Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse {lil' ya}

Goin' for it all I to ball fall
So give me chip's, I got's a
Motherfuckin' on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't shakin'
Shit's slow like before again
I'm on the up bro.
Called yella out his
Man, we got money to
tec off infaret
Then we make shit shake, act a
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 want me
you got, give 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'
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 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 and dirty with the dirty 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 they tight
Everybody know I'm a on the come up move
My baby boy new shoes
So the fuck am I to do
a nigga how I act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic nigga
So how you figure that I'm the nigga to fuck
Graduated from slangin' yae to dope shit
dollars a bag is what I'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, momma still
Momma tellin' me the 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 bill's and still mine
Now I'm caught up in that game day for day
I got reason's to leave and reason's to
To see the thing's in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and settle
But all these dope fiend's keep 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
lyrical dropper, I run with nigga's
Who don't give a fuck and chopper's
I got to have it daddy, I'm on the up
me black connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya dealin' rock's, keep them snap's in yo
I see the po-po's, y'all know them hoes
Tryin' to keep a nigga
But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own
But ain't love, if you mine
Lyin' think and behind, say up to
My nine settin' of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya wanna do
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third verse: {yella

I'm got my double shot now
It's to rock shop
I'm for the dome I'm gonna make
drop 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, wipe the floor
The door cracked, I it in and let both shoot's go
Three nigga's bangin' up all them hit the floor
I the cah in a glass trash bag stash
I count's the coke and out the
I made a dash
Hopped in my hoptie uptown
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 the city blue's
Ya bitch!

Chorus {till the