Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse {lil' 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 slow like before once
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' on the bird's
Where flyin', I'm a kill you if you lyin'
His cousin gave me the urge to want me
What you got, give me yo yae, 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 test my nut's and make me use the
I rat a tat it, on yo ass make ya duck
you see a nigga pluck, boo-koo
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 donkey on 'em
I'm gettin' low down and with the dirty thirty
Ya see I'm in yo neighbored and my nose dirty

Verse {tec-9}

We be dumpin' on like
Nigga it be like,
Nigga be all night to keep they grip tight
Everybody know I'm a fool on the come up
My boy need's new shoes
So what the 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 dope shit
Twenty a bag is what I'm givin'
Ak's, two three's, momma still 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 mine
Now I'm caught up in that livin' day for day
I got reason's to leave and reason's to
To see the finer thing's in
Maybe get myself a wife, and settle
But all dope fiend's keep comin' around
What ya got? could it be all want to see the
Nigga with the out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white
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 connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya rock's, keep them snap's in yo pocket
'cause I see the po-po's, know them hoes
to keep a nigga down
But I'm a hound, I to do it to my own kind
But ain't love, if you takin'
Lyin' think and behind, say up to
My nine milli of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya do 'cause
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third verse: boy}

I'm loaded got my shot now
It's time to rock
I'm aimin' for the dome I'm gonna
Everybody the ground
I'm a buck 'em down with them shot's
I be's 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 shoot's go
nigga's 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 made a swift
Hopped in my headed uptown
I the body so it wouldn't let the shell's found
My criminal thought as I got closer to the bus
No ask I call my dog
take a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the fuck the city blue's
Ya bitch!

{till the end}