Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Dirty's Back

Sup? go
(Yo Snoop Dogg, yo Dre, yo Too
E-40 and the Click)
Nuff respect to the coast
(Duh, duh, duh)

Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming
Know what I'm saying? I got the East
Locked the down, hear my shit, nigga
(Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn)

Shit is crazy real in the
I niggaz blood get spilled over five dollar bills
And major deals on the real
See a get meals and his bitch get him killed

In this American dream to get some
ownin' a Beem and your face in magazines
12 O'Clock maintains in the
Bring the Pain to Method, main

not all about the fame, silly ass dames
Get a record and you change
And for the sellin' cocaine
You're too

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

I always livin' life was easy
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 fuckin' friend, knew him since ten
Nigga me cream, let me whip the Benz
all over Texas, lightning gold Lexus
He had respect to dress this

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

Son run the state, coke by the weight
Nigga put pounds in the weed
And it's ran by Ol'
12 o'clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty,

Fuck all that motherfucking drug shit
I wanna see motherfucking lyrics
I wanna hear some motherfucking
What up nigga,

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, is my City like Wesley Snipes
Go fly a or somethin', make some muffins
I up bad in the town like Charles Bronson

Now set your and I'll do you for that reason
12 is no joke I bring wreck through the
Solomon, contend, many more but when
That Joker act you can for Jack Nicholson

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

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

I repeat, there's an Easy Street
For niggaz who earned, then learn your
you return, as an intelligent, positive, messenger
Not an experiment Lucifer

With a tittling gloss of crafted
Nothing spring sauce, of the true origin
Who would score, the of war
Came in best man was a god dinosaur

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

A fresh MC, that knock you down?
I dizzy spellbound like a merry-go-round
While I'm freaking, shall I
You take a subject, and you decompose