Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Floe

[Big
I know y'all feel me now
we dropped that Versatile
Know y'all seen my clique in a while
We in the hood coming up killing 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 it's 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 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 on them chrome thangs, whoa man
We leavin 'em blowed, we 'em throwed
We for sho'
We got the wood smellin cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm hitting them
I'm dropping game just to put them in
Could've
The cheapest that you ever seen before
I know you it when I ride D's and vogues
I know the 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 Optimos
We had to Gump when we dropped On Them Vogues
And the south don't stop till my head
Gotta keep it cold my pockets swolle
So if you don't you'd better ask her though
Big pimp quick to kick down door
say it again, like I said it before

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

[Mr. G
OK now
Now who be dropping bombs
They keeping you by making you jump
Off of every that I spit out
You know them boys from the
carry big pumps and ready to bomb
Off that's in our way now
Packing the heat, you stacking the
Ready to freak, and every one of you woes
Who the Gump, man y'all already know
Dirty Boys, they got a style so cold
Continue to blow that killa smoke my nose
Emptying clips and holes through our foes
Who out there that's trying to steal our flow
After this time, I bet you won't no
We left for a while, but now we back on block
Locking it down we opened up shop
You your mouth and boy you bound to get popped
We licking up shots because we them cocked
And every thug I run with G's
out keeping freak tricks on they knees
Gotta sack of green so we called it trees
Plus a thing of Thunderbird that's me
Now what know bout Mr. G
Much love to them that run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while junkies geek
Pop slugs, draw blood, them 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
With making own
Plus a skeeting up stone
But let it
Cause it ain't you can do
Dirty coming back and we bringing the true
And the rest of y'all know you showed the show
Deuce, triple O, we em hit the floe

[Big
Now what y'all 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 off at your mouth
Hollerin about, we out
You need to worry bout y'all own house
you're always trying to worry bout ours
Saying the Pimp, where the G
I know they ain't fell of the
Is it be y'all last cd
Look at here boy, stop me
the same old thing you asked last week
You talk too if you ask me
I'm glad I ain't tell you I lived with G
I'm glad I 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 everything else out hat
See most of started rapping yesterday
See me and G been rapping 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, em up, and move em out
Them Dirty Boys coming back through town
And we won't till 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
them Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)
Better hit the