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
nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't shakin'
Shit's slow like before once
I'm on the up bro.
yella out his house
Man, we got to make
tec off infaret
Then we shit 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
try to test my nut's and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy ya duck
you see a nigga pluck, boo-koo
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you have knew you couldn't run from the chrome

It's best ya 'cause I'm a champion
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 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 fool on the up move
My boy need's new shoes
So what the am I to do
a nigga how I act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic m-11
So how you that I'm the nigga to fuck with
Graduated from yae to this dope shit
Twenty a bag is what I'm givin'
Ak's, two three's, momma still livin'
tellin' me the rent's due
Big brother doin' five to tell me
It's all on u, I 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 that livin' day for day
I got to leave and reason's to stay
To see the finer in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and settle
But all these dope fiend's keep comin'
What ya got? could it be they all to see the
with the fiyah out that 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 black connection 2-2-6! we up
How ya dealin' rock's, them snap's in yo pocket
'cause I see the po-po's, 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 milli settin' of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya do 'cause
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third {yella boy}

I'm loaded got my double now
It's time to shop
I'm for the dome I'm gonna make
drop the ground
I'm a buck 'em down them double shot's
I after a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the front door
I'm a play it smooth, then the floor
The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both 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 a swift dash
Hopped in my hoptie headed
I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the found
My criminal thought as I got closer to the bus
No question's ask I my dog
Let's a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the city
Ya bitch!

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