Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Floe

[Big
I know that feel me now
we dropped that Versatile
Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a
We in the hood coming up killing style
Everybody cause we home now
Look at here boy, you'd gone now
It used to be black but it's now
If it's back then it's gone fly
Put it on boss, so I lie
I used to be young but I'm now
Hit a few licks, so we now
a little south, so it's on now
Do what you gotta you broke man
If you get a verse, get the whole
How we get here, see we man
Rollin in a 'Lac on chrome thangs, whoa man
We leavin 'em blowed, we 'em throwed
We for sho'
We got the smellin like cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm them blowed
I'm dropping game just to put them in
been
The cheapest pimp that you ever seen
I you love it when I ride D's and vogues
I know the junkie love it I cook keys and o's
I'm a freak so you I stay pleasing woes
I love wood so you I keep Optimos
We had to locked when we dropped On Them Vogues
And the south don't stop my head explode
Gotta keep it cold till my pockets
So if you don't know you'd better ask her
Big pimp to kick down your door
I'ma say it again, I said it before

(4X)
When them Dirty drop
hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, we is boy

[Mr. G
OK now
Now who be dropping them
They keeping you crunk by making you
Off of every word that I out
You know them from the slum
They carry big pumps and to bomb
Off everything in our way now
the heat, you stacking the cheese
Ready to freak, each and every one of you
Who the Gump, man y'all already know
Them Dirty Boys, got a style so cold
to blow that killa smoke through my nose
Emptying clips and busting holes our foes
Who that out that's trying to steal our flow
After time, I bet you won't no more
We left for a while, but now we on your block
it down because we opened up shop
You open your mouth and boy you to get popped
We licking up shots because we leaving them
And every thug I run with G's
Smoked out keeping freak tricks on they
sack of green wood so we called it trees
Plus a thing of that's swerving me
Now what y'all bout Mr. G
Much love to thugs that run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies
Pop slugs, draw blood, make fakers flea
I know a lot of out there envy me
That's all right, we em off easily
to be that you would be more concerned
With making own
Plus a little skeeting up
But let it
Cause it nothing you can do
Dirty Boys coming back and we the true
And the rest of y'all know you showed the show
Deuce, O, we make em hit the floe

[Big
Now what y'all we been doing brah
at home
Eatin snacks, fat
We in the studio making tracks
But y'all boys wouldn't know nothing bout
You too busy off at your mouth
about, we fell out
You need to worry bout y'all own damn
While you're trying to worry bout ours
Saying Where the Pimp, the G
I know they ain't of the M-A-P
Is it be y'all last cd
at here boy, stop asking me
That's the same old thing you asked week
You too much if you ask me
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I with G
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I flipped the
Let me ask you a
You my 'Lac
The green one that I had my name in the back
Why you won't me
Hell who stole
You pulling else out your hat
See most of y'all started rapping
See me and G been since the 3rd grade
And I don't give a damn none of y'all say
We bout the only group that deserve to get
So roll em up, sack em up, pack em up, and em out
Them Dirty Boys coming back through town
And we stop till we shut it down
So if you didn't you'd better ask her though
Pimp and G quick to kick down your
I'ma say it again I said it before
When them Dirty drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)
hit the floe