Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Dirty's Back

Sup? go
(Yo Dogg, yo Dre, yo Too $hort
and the motherfucking Click)
Nuff to the West coast
(Duh, duh, duh)

Yo, Ol' Bastard coming through
Know what I'm I got the East coast
the fuck down, hear my shit, nigga
(Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn)

Shit is crazy in the field
I watched niggaz blood get over five dollar bills
And drug deals on the real
See a nigga get meals and his get him killed

In this American to get some cream
You're ownin' a Beem and face in magazines
12 maintains in the game
the Pain to smokin' Method, main

It's not all the fame, silly ass dames
Get a gold record and you
And for the sellin' cocaine
too blame

Black people ain't the same
And that's the Tale in my
is up to no good
You watch em in them hoods

I always thought livin' life was
Go to school, get a job, yo it be me
So instead, I my bed
My momma got fed, and now a livin' with a dread

My best fuckin' friend, knew him ten
feed me cream, let me whip the Benz
Houses all over Texas, lightning Lexus
He had enough to dress this

Tim suits, girl wearin' fly Gucci boots
Put me on like
morning that I awake
Ten G's in my fuckin' face, combination to the

Son run the state, carrying coke by the
Nigga put in the weed gate
And ran by Ol' Dirty
12 o'clock, my brother, he keeps it dirty, dirty

Fuck all that motherfucking drug selling
I see some motherfucking lyrics
I wanna hear motherfucking lyrics
up nigga, what?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
I got you

I'll rip mics on site you the type
New Jack, this is my like Wesley Snipes
Go fly a or somethin', make some muffins
I up bad in the town like Charles Bronson

Now set your speaker and do you for that reason
12 is no joke I bring through the seasons
Solomon, contend, more but just when
That Joker act you can save for Jack

One two and three, your rap fatigue
In the MC world, is a minor
What you speak, you swear it's
just a peek, physique, of an old antique

Don't expect a project, then bound to freeze
Your whole is stuck and stiff
Siamese, I never liked rhymes
That's incomplete, again obsolete

I shall repeat, there's an Street
For niggaz who earned, learn your sojourn
you return, as an intelligent, positive, messenger
Not an experiment negative

a tittling gloss of crafted skin
Nothing like spring sauce, of the origin
Who would score, the of war
Came in man was a god damn dinosaur

No more jungle-like living, from the Blue
not an Animal House, National loon Lampoon
If you the what, when, why, how
Are you fellas who exempt or to

A MC, that will knock you down?
I gets dizzy spellbound a merry-go-round
I'm freaking, shall I expose
You a subject, and then you decompose