Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: ya}

for it all I want to ball fall
So me some chip's, I got's a
nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't shakin'
Shit's like before once again
I'm on the up bro.
Called yella out his
Man, we got to make
tec off infaret
Then we make shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin' on the bird's
Where they flyin', I'm a kill you if you
His cousin gave me the urge to me take
What you got, give me yo yae, give me yo
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 out yo fuckin' attic
Don't try to test my and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy ya duck
When you see a pluck, boo-koo
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you should knew you couldn't run from the chrome

It's best ya scram 'cause I'm a
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 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
know 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 m-11 nigga
So how you figure that I'm the nigga to fuck
Graduated from 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 doin' five called 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 make
Now I'm caught up in game livin' day for day
I got to leave and reason's to stay
To see the finer thing's in
get myself a wife, and settle down
But all these dope keep comin' around
What ya got? it be they all want to see the
Nigga with the out that 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 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 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
think and behind, say what's up to
My nine settin' of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya do 'cause
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third {yella boy}

I'm loaded got my shot now
It's time to rock
I'm for the dome I'm gonna make
drop the ground
I'm a buck 'em down with them double
I be's 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 hit the floor
I found the cah in a glass trash bag
I count's the coke and out the
I a swift dash
Hopped in my hoptie headed
I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the shell's
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