Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: ya}

Goin' for it all I want to ball
So me some chip's, I got's a
nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't nothin'
Shit's slow like before again
I'm on the up bro.
Called out his house
Man, we got to make
tec off infaret
Then we shit 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 to want me take
What you got, me yo yae, give me yo ring's
And yo boulevard watch, why you at that
of yo neck, put it in my bag with the key's
To yo jag, I got to get yo out yo fuckin' attic
Don't try to test my and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass make ya duck
you see a nigga pluck, boo-koo
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you have knew you couldn't run from the chrome

It's best ya scram 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 tight
Everybody know I'm a fool on the come up
My baby boy new shoes
So what the am I to do
Show a nigga how I act a ass on the
Fully automatic nigga
So how you that I'm the nigga to fuck with
from slangin' yae to this dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is what I'm
Ak's, two three's, momma still livin'
Momma 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 and still 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 a wife, and settle down
But all these dope fiend's keep around
What ya could it be they all want to see the
Nigga the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white
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
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, y'all know them
Tryin' to keep a nigga
But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own
But love, if you takin' mine
Lyin' and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli settin' of silly
Now me what ya wanna do 'cause
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third verse: boy}

I'm loaded got my shot now
time to rock shop
I'm aimin' for the dome I'm make
drop the ground
I'm a buck 'em with them double shot's
I after a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the front door
I'm a it smooth, then wipe the floor
The door cracked, I it in and let both shoot's go
Three nigga's bangin' up all them clown's hit the
I found the cah in a glass trash bag
I the coke and out the back
I made a dash
Hopped in my hoptie headed
I the body 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 a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money the city blue's
Ya bitch!

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