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 nothin'
Shit's slow like before once
I'm on the up bro.
Called out his house
Man, we got to make
Scooped tec off
Then we make shit shake, act a
like junkies, gettin' word on the bird's
Where they flyin', I'm a kill you if you
His cousin me the urge to want me take
What you got, give me yo yae, give me yo
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 attic
Don't try to test my nut's and 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 have knew you couldn't run the chrome

It's best ya 'cause I'm a champion
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 hood and my nose

Verse {tec-9}

We be on corner's like
what it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to keep they grip
Everybody I'm a fool on the come up move
My baby boy new shoes
So what the am I to do
Show a nigga how I act a ass on the
automatic m-11 nigga
So how you figure that I'm the to fuck with
from slangin' yae to this dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is I'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, momma livin'
tellin' me the rent's due
Big brother doin' five called to me
all on u, I became a man before my time
It's on my mind, I'm now
To pay bill's and make 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 down
But all these dope fiend's keep around
What ya could it be they all want to see the
Nigga with the fiyah out 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white
Bullet lyrical dropper, I run nigga's
Who don't give a and carry chopper's
I got to it daddy, I'm on the come 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 know hoes
Tryin' to keep a down
But I'm a hound, I to do it to my own kind
But love, if you takin' mine
Lyin' and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya wanna do
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third verse: {yella

I'm loaded got my shot now
It's to rock shop
I'm aimin' for the I'm gonna make
Everybody the ground
I'm a buck 'em with them double shot's
I be's after a a nigga de knock's upon the front door
I'm a play it smooth, then wipe the
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 the coke and out the back
I made a dash
Hopped in my hoptie uptown
I ditched the body so it let the shell's found
My thought as I got closer to the bus station
No question's ask I my dog
Let's take a vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the city
Ya bitch!

{till the end}