Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: ya}

Goin' for it all I want to ball
So give me chip's, I got's a
nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, nothin' shakin'
Shit's slow like before again
I'm on the up bro.
Called out his house
Man, we got to make
Scooped tec off
we make shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed junkies, gettin' word 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, give me yo yae, me yo ring's
And yo boulevard watch, why you at take
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 make ya
When you see a pluck, boo-koo
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you should have knew you couldn't run from the

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 with the thirty
Ya see I'm in yo hood and my nose dirty

Verse {tec-9}

We be dumpin' on corner's
Nigga it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to keep grip tight
Everybody know I'm a on the come up move
My boy need's new shoes
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 nigga to with
Graduated from slangin' yae to this shit
Twenty dollars a bag is I'm givin'
Ak's, two three's, momma still livin'
Momma tellin' me the due
Big brother doin' 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 make mine
Now I'm caught up in that game day for day
I got reason's to 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 keep comin'
What ya could 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 nigga's
Who don't give a fuck and carry
I got to have it daddy, I'm on the up
Label me black 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya rock's, keep them snap's in yo pocket
'cause I see the po-po's, y'all them hoes
Tryin' to keep a down
But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own
But love, if you takin' mine
Lyin' think and behind, say up to
My nine milli settin' of silly
Now tell me what ya wanna do
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 I'm gonna make
Everybody drop the
I'm a buck 'em with them double shot's
I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the door
I'm a play it smooth, then the floor
The cracked, I kicked it in and let both shoot's go
Three bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I found the cah in a glass bag stash
I the coke and out the back
I made a dash
Hopped in my hoptie headed
I ditched the so it wouldn't let the shell's found
My criminal thought as I got to the bus station
No ask I call my dog
Let's take a fuckin'
I got to run and the money the city blue's
Ya bitch!

Chorus {till the