Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Floe

[Big
I know that feel me now
Since we dropped that
Know y'all seen my clique in a while
We in the coming up with killing style
talk cause we home now
Look at here boy, you'd better now
It used to be 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 you gotta when you broke man
If you get a verse, get the whole
How we get here, see we man
Rollin in a 'Lac on them chrome thangs, 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 them blowed
I'm dropping straight game to put them in
Could've
The pimp that you ever seen before
I you love it when I ride D's and vogues
I the junkie love it when I cook keys and o's
I'm a freak so you I stay pleasing woes
I wood so you know I keep Optimos
We had to Gump locked when we dropped On Vogues
And the south stop till my head explode
Gotta keep it cold till my pockets
So if you don't you'd better ask her though
Big pimp to kick down your door
I'ma say it again, I said it before

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

[Mr. G
OK now
Now who be dropping bombs
They you crunk by making you jump
Off of every word that I out
You know them boys from the
They carry big and ready to bomb
Off everything in our way now
Packing the heat, you the cheese
Ready to freak, each and every one of you
Who running the Gump, man y'all know
Them Dirty Boys, got a style so cold
Continue to blow that killa smoke my nose
Emptying and busting holes through our foes
Who that out there that's trying to steal our
this time, I bet you won't no more
We left for a while, but now we on your block
Locking it down because we opened up
You open mouth and boy you bound 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
Gotta sack of green so we called it trees
Plus a thing of Thunderbird swerving me
Now what y'all know Mr. G
Much love to thugs that run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies
Pop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers
I know a lot of y'all out there me
all right, we knock em off easily
Seems to be that you would be more
With making own
Plus a skeeting up stone
But let it
Cause it ain't you can do
Dirty Boys coming back and we the true
And the rest of y'all know when you 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 busy running off at your
Hollerin about, we out
You need to bout y'all own damn house
While you're always trying to bout ours
Saying Where the Pimp, the G
I know ain't fell of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be y'all cd
Look at here boy, stop 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 I ain't tell you that I flipped the keys
Let me ask you a
You remember my
The green one that I had with my name in the
Why you won't me
Hell who that
You pulling else out your hat
See most of y'all rapping yesterday
See me and G rapping since the 3rd grade
And I don't give a damn none of y'all say
We bout the only group deserve to get paid
So roll em up, em up, pack em up, and move em out
Them Dirty coming back through this town
And we won't stop we shut it down
So if you didn't know you'd ask her though
and G quick to kick down your door
I'ma say it again like I it before
When them Dirty drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)
hit the floe