Luyện nghe bài hát This Goes Out

This goes out to my Midwest
Now hold ya in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all
Candy on D's and fo's

Yo, I eat, sleep, shit, rap
Hip hop,
Dogg 'Lac
Wit the diamond in the

I rep it a mayor mayn
Summin' a playa mayn
St. cookin'
And I'm Murphy Lee the mayn

As-salaama lakem, lakem
Praise the Lord or say to God
I'm a Skool Boy, call me Mr. Do-What-You-Do-Fool
Claim where you from or we will claim where you to

Home is where you make it, eat a meal and get
You can, in yo drawers and nobody could say shit
I got STL on my right arm, some of 'em saw 'em
I dyin' but yo I'm definitely gon' fight for 'em

And keep it tight for 'em, and keep it for 'em
And buy at the bar whatever gon' the night goin'
Do you do and you do it, just do it big
And if you live to get it you gon' get it how you live 'cuz

This out to my West Coast crew
Throw ya dub up in the air if ya me
Fuck 'em all day, 'em all night
Hit the switch on yo six

Naps, rock, skit Coast style
T-shirt, khakalack, swerve in the
Young Roscoe, the black Burt
Serve the sacks, flippin' skirts acrobats

Now dip wit ya nigga, I take you on a
that place known worldwide as the Westside
Chronic, Daytons, switches,
Cap turned to the wit skirts at the Caddy shack

Los Angeles they sag to the mud
Drop the back let it drag, du rags, full of
Ya to the back, car full of "blat"
Why A's decay, we hard to get at

I rock a 5 O wit the bubble nose
Stop, drop the top I at a couple hoes
Fo sho they wanna roll wit the Philly
Runnin' the radio in Cali 'cuz I stay in the

This goes out to my East crew
ya E's up in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all
Rock ya hoodies and

Yo, yo, in the party like
on Bacardi like
I hooked up wit the 'Tics they
It's gettin' for me
Girls, they for me
Lil' Jon you wit us

I gettin' brainin', I can't complainin'
It's crazy I explain' it, it's the Derrty Entertainment
Man, I like to and go, she like to mop and glow
Lovin' this track 'cuz we rock and roll

I huff and puff until my indo's
So I, get to wit my Timbo's on
We might be homey, we all critic
Welcome to World A.K. New York City

We forever round, here forever creepin'
Up all night 'cuz we ain't never sleepin'
But I came to do wit my derrty Murphy
Y'all niggas betta obey, you can get it

This goes out to my South crew
Throw ya S up in the air if ya me
'em all day, fuck 'em all night
If ya tempted to throw bows

Get yo up bitch
Show yo clit
Get yo up bitch
Show yo clit

We drink a fifth of Hen
And we gon' it to this bitch
We gon' a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this

We represent that
We expectin' no shit
We represent Dirty
We ain't no shit

We wild out in the
shit we don't give a fuck
We wild out in the
Same shit we don't give a

Lil' Weezy, Baby, 5'4 fo'
4-5 make a go
I'm a fly young nigga, ho South great
low when get cake

Yeah, me no play we can take it
Never met a nigga take myself
It's Wizzy Wizzle, guy
fly, gutta gutta in the South, wild 5

I represent that
I ain't to throw my shit up
Soon as I it high up, holla back, Squire
I'm screwed up I drive not fast
Jr. I got stones not cash, bitch

I'm from the swamp I dro not grass
P.O.C. on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my pants
Give you respect
I'm still mackin', you can smell the Pimp on my breath

Get yo up bitch
yo goddamn clit
Get yo up bitch
Show yo goddamn

We gon' a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to this
We gon' a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to bitch

We that Dirty
We ain't no shit
We that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no

We out in the club
shit we don't give a fuck
We wild out in the
shit we don't give a fuck