Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Floe

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I know that feel me now
Since we dropped that
Know y'all ain't seen my in a while
We in the hood coming up with style
Everybody cause we home now
Look at boy, you'd better gone now
It used to be but it's chrome now
If it's cocked back then 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
Kicked a south, so it's on now
Do what you 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 'em blowed, we leavin 'em throwed
We rollin' for
We got the wood smellin cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm hitting them
I'm dropping straight just to put them in
been
The cheapest pimp that you ever seen
I know you love it I ride D's and vogues
I know the junkie love it when I cook and o's
I'm a freak so you know I pleasing woes
I love wood so you know I keep
We had to Gump locked when we dropped On Them
And the don't stop till my head explode
Gotta it cold till my pockets swolle
So if you don't know you'd ask her though
Big pimp quick to down your door
say it again, like 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 them bombs
They you crunk by making you jump
Off of every word that I out
You know them from the slum
carry big pumps and ready to bomb
Off that's in our way now
the heat, you stacking the cheese
Ready to freak, and every one of you woes
Who the Gump, man y'all already know
Them Boys, they got a style so cold
Continue to blow that killa smoke through my
Emptying clips and busting through our foes
Who that out there that's to steal our flow
this time, I bet you won't no more
We left for a while, but now we back on your
Locking it down we opened up shop
You open your and boy you bound to get popped
We licking up shots because we leaving cocked
And thug that I run with G's
Smoked out keeping freak tricks on they
Gotta sack of green wood so we it trees
Plus a thing of Thunderbird that's me
Now what know bout Mr. G
Much love to them thugs that run the
Crack sells, fat mail, them junkies geek
Pop slugs, draw blood, them fakers flea
I a lot of y'all out there envy me
That's all right, we em off easily
to be that you would be more concerned
With your own
Plus a little up stone
But let it
it ain't nothing you can do
Dirty Boys coming back and we bringing the
And the rest of y'all know when you the show
Deuce, triple O, we em hit the floe

Pimp]
Now what y'all think we doing brah
Sittin at
snacks, getting fat
We been in the studio tracks
But y'all boys know nothing bout that
You too running off at your mouth
Hollerin about, we out
You to worry bout y'all own damn house
While always trying to worry bout ours
Where the Pimp, where the G
I know ain't fell of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be last cd
Look at here boy, asking me
That's the old thing you asked last week
You talk too if you ask me
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I lived G
I'm glad I ain't tell you I flipped the keys
Let me ask you a
You remember my
The green one that I had my name in the back
Why you won't me
who stole that
You everything else out your hat
See most of started rapping 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 deserve to get paid
So em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em out
Dirty Boys coming back through this town
And we won't till we shut it down
So if you didn't you'd better ask her though
Pimp and G quick to kick down your
say it again like I said it before
When them boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)
Better hit the