Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Floe

[Big
I know that y'all me now
Since we dropped that
Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a
We in the coming up with killing style
Everybody cause we home now
Look at here boy, you'd better 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 to be young 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 thang
How we get here, see we man
Rollin in a on them chrome thangs, whoa man
We 'em blowed, we leavin 'em throwed
We for sho'
We got the wood 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 know you love it when I ride D's and
I the junkie love it when I cook keys and o's
I'm a freak so you know I stay pleasing
I love wood so you know I keep
We had to Gump locked when we dropped On Vogues
And the south don't till my head explode
Gotta keep it cold till my swolle
So if you don't you'd better ask her though
Big pimp quick to kick your door
I'ma say it again, like I said it

(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 bombs
They keeping you crunk by you jump
Off of every word I spit out
You know them boys 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, each and every one of you
Who running the Gump, man y'all know
Them Dirty Boys, got a style so cold
Continue to that killa smoke through my nose
Emptying clips and holes through our foes
Who that out there that's to steal our flow
After time, I bet you won't no more
We for a while, but now we back on your block
Locking it down because we opened up
You open your and boy you bound to get popped
We licking up shots we leaving them cocked
And every thug that I run G's
Smoked out keeping freak tricks on they
Gotta sack of green so we called it trees
Plus a thing of that's swerving me
Now y'all know bout Mr. G
love to them thugs that run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, them junkies geek
Pop slugs, draw blood, make them 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
With making own
a little skeeting up stone
But let it
Cause it nothing you can do
Dirty Boys coming back and we the true
And the rest of y'all when you showed the show
Deuce, O, we make em hit the floe

[Big
Now y'all think we been doing brah
Sittin at
snacks, getting fat
We been in the studio making
But boys wouldn't know nothing bout that
You too busy running off at your
about, we fell out
You need to worry y'all own damn house
While always trying to worry bout ours
Saying Where the Pimp, the G
I know they ain't of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be y'all cd
Look at here boy, stop me
That's the old thing you asked last week
You talk too if you ask me
I'm glad I ain't you that I lived with G
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I the keys
Let me ask you a
You remember my
The green one that I had with my in the back
Why you tell me
Hell who stole
You pulling everything out your hat
See of y'all started rapping yesterday
See me and G been rapping since the 3rd
And I don't give a damn none of y'all say
We bout the only that deserve to get paid
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 know better ask her though
Pimp and G to kick down your door
I'ma say it like I said it before
When them Dirty boys drop (When them Boys drop)
hit the floe