Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: ya}

for it all I want to ball fall
So give me some chip's, I a
Motherfuckin' on my hip,
I'm pissed, nothin' shakin'
Shit's like before once again
I'm on the up bro.
yella out his house
Man, we got to make
Scooped tec off
Then we make shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin' word on the
Where they flyin', I'm a kill you if you
His cousin gave me the urge to me take
you got, give me yo yae, give me yo ring's
And yo boulevard watch, why you at take
Link of yo neck, put it in my bag with the
To yo jag, I got to get yo gun's out yo attic
Don't try to test my nut's and make me use the
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy ya duck
When you see a pluck, boo-koo
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you have knew you couldn't run from the chrome

It's ya scram 'cause I'm a champion
I'm on 'em
I'm actin' a donkey on 'em
I'm low down and dirty with the dirty thirty
Ya see I'm in yo neighbored hood and my nose

Verse {tec-9}

We be dumpin' on corner's
Nigga it be like,
be hangin' all night to keep they grip tight
Everybody I'm a fool on the come up move
My baby boy need's new
So what the am I to do
a nigga how I act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic m-11
So how you figure that I'm the to fuck with
Graduated slangin' yae to this dope shit
Twenty a bag is what I'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, momma still
tellin' me the rent's due
Big brother doin' five called to me
It's all on u, I a man before my time
on my mind, I'm now hustlin'
To pay bill's and still make
Now I'm up in that game livin' 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 down
But all these fiend's keep comin' around
What ya could it be they all want to see the
Nigga with the fiyah out 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, natural
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 connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya dealin' rock's, keep them in yo pocket
I see the po-po's, y'all know them hoes
Tryin' to keep a nigga
But I'm a hound, I to do it to my own kind
But ain't love, if you takin'
think and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli settin' of somethin'
Now tell me ya wanna do 'cause
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third {yella boy}

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 bitch a nigga de knock's upon the front
I'm a play it smooth, then wipe the
The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both go
Three bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I found the cah in a glass trash bag
I the coke and out the back
I a swift dash
Hopped in my hoptie headed
I ditched the so it wouldn't let the shell's found
My criminal as I got closer to the bus station
No question's ask I my dog
Let's a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the blue's
Ya bitch!

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