Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: ya}

Goin' for it all I want to fall
So me some chip's, I got's a
Motherfuckin' on my hip,
I'm pissed, nothin' shakin'
Shit's like before once again
I'm on the up bro.
Called out his house
Man, we got to make
Scooped tec off
Then we shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin' word on the
Where they flyin', I'm a kill you if you
His gave 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
of yo neck, put it in my bag with the key's
To yo jag, I got to get yo gun's out yo fuckin'
try to test my nut's and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya
When you see a nigga pluck,
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you have knew you couldn't run from the chrome

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

Verse two:

We be on corner's like
Nigga it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to they grip tight
know I'm a fool on the come 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 automatic m-11
So how you figure that I'm the nigga to with
from slangin' yae to this dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is I'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, momma still
Momma me the rent's due
Big doin' five called to tell me
It's all on u, I became a man my time
It's on my mind, I'm now
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 finer in life
Maybe get a wife, and settle down
But all these fiend's keep comin' 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 lyrical dropper, I run with
Who don't give a fuck and carry
I got to it daddy, I'm on the come up
Label me connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya rock's, keep them snap's in yo pocket
I see the po-po's, y'all know them hoes
Tryin' to a nigga down
But I'm a hound, I to do it to my own kind
But love, if you takin' mine
think 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!

Third verse: {yella

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

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