Luyện nghe bài hát Pop SH*T (Dirt McGirt)

1-2, 1-2, 1-2 (guess raw?)
Yeah mothafucker, you who it is
Ol' Dirty Bastard a.k.a. Dirt
Killin' that moves [x2]
You know time it is
mothafucker.. The Neptunes
Yo 1-2, 1-2 (yeah this shit stop!)

[Ol' Bastard]
Plug it up, cocaine ya speakers blow
Party amps sniffed up now wit it too
When somethin' in my camp, a wireless amp
as a ramp, speak to Wu like stamp
The wet got me damp, darker than lamp
you don't wanna 'ttempt, I see all fans
I'm too drunk too, now you "Move!"
Coked out in Peru, in hair/here shampoo
Small snubs, camera to you scrubs
Kinda like stubs, at the club
Sniff buds Rule, I fast Ghost like Wu
Get CREAM tube, burn ya fast food
Appeared in rude, we'll take ya panties off
Yes and renewed, big and clued
Bitch I'm loose Lugz, Dirty to the litter bug
you like hugs? I don't like thugs

[Chorus: (ODB)]
Pop shit, what's wrong?
Pop shit, what's wrong?
(Take my drink about to get..) OOH!
(Take my drink it's to get..) OOH!
(Me and my about to get...) SUED!
(Me and my niggaz to stop..) YOU!

Dirty Bastard]
Aiyo all this is from the ghetto
Smoke Palmetto, like Peno
the Heathrows, scared of police though
They tried to kill O. in yo!
Had me out, drunk is all about
I got this pourin' out the stout
I'm a loud mouth, drunk is out
Play this music on every
Dirty, I'm the WhiteOut
Catch bitches like trout, get drunk, won't
I'm gettin' this money, called gettin'
Streets of Brooklyn and ain't a thing funny
Have a day sunny, put me in ya tummy
I'm the on the cross burnin' about 20
Go me a lookin' good and funny
All you niggaz, is straight crash

[Ol' Dirty
I was checkin' out my melody The Blueprint
Felony, a nuisance, huggin' me and my two
Don't double the six takes, did a mixtape
But rather a chick take but any weather we get cake
I let rats it, fuck these rap faggots!
Everybody the kid dead like Pat Garrett
I'm a goon, speak a mellow tone
Rock stones, gun longer than a broom!
'cause felon on the ride is due and soon
Out again like boom, government soon
less is uncivilized like it tastes mad
I'm a shoot a youth's Sajak, cooler a mayback
Arubu to collect, twistin' up that haze black
And on that, hoodrat, I stay strapped
P.P., don't that weight
redhead, fuck with chicks if their head straight

[Outro:
you know what time it is
It's new shit
McGirt, Neptunes