Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse {lil' ya}

Goin' for it all I to ball fall
So give me chip's, I got's a
nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, nothin' shakin'
Shit's slow like once again
I'm on the up bro.
Called yella out his
Man, we got to make
Scooped tec off
Then we shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin' on the bird's
Where they flyin', I'm a you if you lyin'
His cousin me the urge to want 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 gun's out yo fuckin'
Don't try to my nut's and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy ya duck
When you see a pluck, boo-koo
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you should knew you couldn't run from the chrome

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

Verse two:

We be dumpin' on like
Nigga 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 new shoes
So the fuck am I to do
Show a nigga how I act a ass on the
Fully automatic nigga
So how you that I'm the nigga to fuck with
Graduated from slangin' yae to dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is what I'm
Ak's, two twenty three's, momma still
Momma tellin' me the due
Big brother doin' five to tell me
It's all on u, I became a man my time
on my mind, I'm now hustlin'
To pay bill's and still make
Now I'm up in that game livin' day for day
I got to leave and reason's to stay
To see the finer thing's in
get myself a wife, and settle down
But all dope fiend's keep comin' around
What ya got? could it be all want to see the
Nigga with the fiyah out 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white
Bullet dropper, I run with nigga's
Who don't give a and carry chopper's
I got to have it daddy, I'm on the up
Label me connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya dealin' rock's, keep them in yo pocket
I see the po-po's, y'all know them hoes
Tryin' to keep a down
But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own
But ain't love, if you takin'
Lyin' think and behind, say up to
My milli settin' of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya do 'cause
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third verse: {yella

I'm loaded got my double now
It's to rock shop
I'm aimin' for the dome I'm gonna
Everybody drop the
I'm a buck 'em down with them double
I be's a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the front door
I'm a play it smooth, then wipe the
The door cracked, I it in and let both shoot's go
Three bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I the cah in a glass trash bag stash
I count's the and out the back
I a swift dash
Hopped in my hoptie uptown
I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the found
My criminal thought as I got to the bus station
No question's ask I my dog
take a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the city
Ya bitch!

{till the end}