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

1-2, 1-2, 1-2 (guess raw?)
mothafucker, you know who it is
Ol' Bastard a.k.a. Dirt McGirt
Killin' anything that [x2]
You what time it is
mothafucker.. The Neptunes
Yo 1-2, 1-2 (yeah shit don't stop!)

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

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

[Ol' Dirty
all this shit is from the ghetto
Smoke Palmetto, like Peno
the Heathrows, scared of police though
They to kill O. in prison yo!
Had me turned out, is all about
I got money pourin' out the stout
I'm a loud mouth, party is out
Play this on every route
Dirty, I'm the WhiteOut
Catch like trout, get drunk, won't stop
I'm gettin' money, called gettin' honey
of Brooklyn and ain't a damn thing funny
Have a day sunny, put me in ya tummy
I'm the nigga on the cross about 20
Go me a lookin' good and funny
All you niggaz, is straight crash

[Ol' Bastard]
I was checkin' out my melody before The
Felony, a nuisance, me and my two cents
Don't the six takes, never did a mixtape
But rather a chick take but any weather we get cake
I let rats it, fuck these rap faggots!
Everybody want the kid dead Pat Garrett
I'm a goon, speak with a tone
Rock yellow stones, gun than a broom!
'cause felon on the is long due and soon
Out again like boom, comin' soon
Anything is uncivilized like it tastes mad
I'm a shoot a youth's Sajak, cooler than a
known to collect, twistin' up that haze black
And on that, hoodrat, I stay strapped
P.P., don't carry weight
Nigga redhead, with chicks if their head straight

[Outro:
Yeah you know what it is
It's that new
Dirt McGirt,