Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Floe

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

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

[Mr. G
OK now
Now who be dropping them
keeping you crunk by making you jump
Off of every word that I out
You know them boys from the
They carry big pumps and ready to
Off that's in our way now
the heat, you stacking the cheese
Ready to freak, each and every one of you
Who running the Gump, man already know
Them Dirty Boys, got a style so cold
Continue to blow that killa smoke through my
clips and busting holes through our foes
Who that out there trying to steal our flow
After this time, I bet you won't no
We left for a while, but now we on your block
Locking it down we opened up shop
You open your and boy you bound to get popped
We licking up shots because we leaving them
And every that 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 know Mr. G
Much love to thugs that run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while junkies geek
Pop slugs, draw blood, make fakers flea
I a lot of y'all out there envy me
all right, we knock em off easily
Seems to be that you would be more
making your own
Plus a skeeting up stone
But let it
Cause it nothing you can do
Boys coming back and we bringing the true
And the rest of y'all when you showed the show
Deuce, triple O, we make em hit the

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