Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Dirty's Back

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

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

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

In this American dream to get cream
You're ownin' a Beem and your face in
12 O'Clock in the game
Bring the Pain to smokin' Method,

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

Black people lives ain't the
And that's the in my Hood
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 nigga livin' a dread

My best friend, knew him since ten
Nigga feed me cream, let me whip the
Houses all over Texas, lightning Lexus
He had enough respect to dress

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

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

all that motherfucking drug selling shit
I wanna see some 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 you know the type
New Jack, this is my like Wesley Snipes
Go fly a or somethin', make some muffins
I come up bad in the town like Bronson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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