Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: ya}

for it all I want to ball fall
So give me chip's, I got's a
Motherfuckin' on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't shakin'
Shit's slow like before again
I'm on the up bro.
Called yella out his
Man, we got money to
tec off infaret
Then we make shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin' word on the
Where they flyin', I'm a kill you if you
His cousin gave me the urge to me take
What you got, me yo yae, give me yo ring's
And yo watch, why you at take that
Link of yo neck, put it in my bag with the
To yo jag, I got to get yo out yo fuckin' attic
Don't try to test my and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass make ya duck
When you see a nigga pluck,
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you should have you couldn't run from the chrome

It's best ya scram I'm a champion
I'm on 'em
I'm actin' a motherfuckin' on 'em
I'm gettin' low down and dirty with the thirty
Ya see I'm in yo hood and my nose dirty

Verse two:

We be on corner's like
what it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to keep grip tight
Everybody know I'm a on the come up move
My baby boy need's new
So the fuck am I to do
Show a nigga how I act a ass on the
Fully automatic m-11
So how you figure that I'm the nigga to fuck
Graduated slangin' yae to this dope shit
dollars a bag is what I'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, momma still
tellin' me the rent's due
Big brother doin' five called to me
all on u, I became a man before my time
It's on my mind, I'm now
To pay and still make mine
Now I'm caught up in game livin' day for day
I got reason's to and reason's to stay
To see the thing's in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and down
But all these dope fiend's keep around
What ya got? could it be they all to see the
with the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, natural
Bullet dropper, I run with nigga's
Who don't a fuck and carry chopper's
I got to have it daddy, I'm on the up
Label me black 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya rock's, keep them snap's in yo pocket
'cause I see the po-po's, y'all them hoes
Tryin' to a nigga down
But I'm a hound, I to do it to my own kind
But ain't love, if you takin'
Lyin' and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli settin' of silly
Now me what ya wanna do 'cause
I'm on 'em! bitch!

verse: {yella boy}

I'm loaded got my shot now
It's time to shop
I'm aimin' for the dome I'm gonna
Everybody the ground
I'm a buck 'em down with double shot's
I be's after a bitch a nigga de upon the front door
I'm a it smooth, then wipe the floor
The door cracked, I kicked it in and let shoot's go
Three nigga's bangin' up all clown's hit the floor
I the cah in a glass trash bag stash
I count's the coke and out the
I a swift dash
Hopped in my headed uptown
I ditched the body so it let the shell's found
My criminal thought as I got closer to the bus
No ask I call my dog
Let's a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money the city blue's
Ya bitch!

Chorus {till the