Luyện nghe bài hát This Goes Out

This out to my Midwest crew
Now hold ya M-Dub in the air if ya me
Fuck 'em all day, 'em all night
Candy paint on D's and

Yo, I eat, sleep, shit, rap
Hip hop,
Snoop 'Lac
Wit the in the back

I rep it like a mayor
Summin' like a mayn
St. cookin'
And I'm Lee the killer mayn

As-salaama lakem, lakem
Praise the or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr.
where you from or we will claim where you move to

Home is you make it, eat a meal and get naked
You can, walk in yo drawers and nobody 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 gon' keep the night goin'
Do you do and you do it, just do it big
And if you live to get it then you gon' get it how you live

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

Naps, rock, skit West style
T-shirt, khakalack, swerve in the
Young Roscoe, the Burt Bacharach
Serve the sacks, skirts like acrobats

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

Los where they sag to the mud
the back let it drag, du rags, full of thugs
Ya to the back, car full of "blat"
Why A's decay, we ain't to get at

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

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

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

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

I huff and puff until my gone
So I, get to stompin' wit my on
We might be floppin' homey, we all
Welcome to Harlem World A.K. New York

We runnin' 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 Dirty crew
ya S up in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, 'em all night
If ya tempted to them bows

Get yo hands up
Show yo clit
Get yo hands up
Show yo clit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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