Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: ya}

Goin' for it all I want to fall
So give me some chip's, I a
Motherfuckin' on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't shakin'
Shit's slow like once again
I'm on the up bro.
yella out his house
Man, we got to make
Scooped tec off
Then we make shake, act a donkey
Dressed junkies, gettin' word on the bird's
Where flyin', I'm a kill you if you lyin'
His cousin gave me the urge to me take
What you got, me yo yae, give me yo ring's
And yo boulevard watch, why you at that
Link of yo neck, put it in my bag the key's
To yo jag, I got to get yo out yo fuckin' attic
Don't try to my nut's and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya
you see a nigga pluck, boo-koo
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you should knew you couldn't run from the chrome

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

Verse two:

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

Third {yella boy}

I'm loaded got my shot now
It's time to rock
I'm aimin' for the I'm gonna make
drop the ground
I'm a buck 'em down with double shot's
I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the door
I'm a play it smooth, wipe the floor
The door cracked, I kicked it in and let shoot's go
Three bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I found the cah in a trash bag stash
I count's the coke and out the
I a swift dash
Hopped in my hoptie uptown
I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the found
My thought as I got closer to the bus station
No ask I call my dog
Let's a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money the city blue's
Ya bitch!

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