Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse {lil' 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 nothin'
slow like before once again
I'm on the up bro.
Called out his house
Man, we got to make
tec off infaret
Then we make shit shake, act a
Dressed like junkies, gettin' on the bird's
Where they flyin', I'm a you if you lyin'
His gave me the urge to want me take
What you got, me yo yae, give me yo ring's
And yo watch, why you at take that
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 nut's and make me use the
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya
When you see a nigga pluck,
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you should have knew you 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 gettin' low down and 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 they tight
Everybody know I'm a fool on the up move
My baby boy need's new
So the fuck am I to do
Show a nigga how I act a ass on the
Fully m-11 nigga
So how you that I'm the nigga to fuck with
Graduated slangin' yae to this dope shit
Twenty a bag is what I'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, still livin'
Momma me the rent's due
Big doin' five called to tell me
It's all on u, I became a man my time
It's on my mind, I'm now
To pay bill's and still make
Now I'm caught up in that livin' day for day
I got reason's to and reason's to stay
To see the finer in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and down
But all these dope keep comin' around
ya got? 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 with
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, them snap's in yo pocket
'cause I see the po-po's, y'all know them
to keep a nigga down
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 milli settin' of somethin' silly
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
Everybody the ground
I'm a 'em down with them double shot's
I be's after a bitch a 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 clown's hit the floor
I found the cah in a glass bag stash
I count's the coke and out the
I a swift dash
in my hoptie headed uptown
I the body so it wouldn't let the shell's found
My criminal thought as I got to the bus station
No question's ask I my dog
Let's take a fuckin'
I got to run and the money the city blue's
Ya bitch!

Chorus {till the