Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Floe

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I that y'all feel me now
we dropped that Versatile
Know y'all ain't seen my in a while
We in the hood coming up killing style
Everybody talk we home now
Look at here boy, you'd gone now
It used to be but it's chrome now
If it's cocked back then it's 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 south, so it's 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 on them chrome thangs, whoa man
We leavin 'em blowed, we 'em throwed
We rollin' for
We got the wood smellin cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm hitting blowed
I'm dropping game just to put them in
been
The pimp that you ever seen before
I know you love it I ride D's and vogues
I know the junkie love it when I keys and o's
I'm a freak so you I stay pleasing woes
I love so you know I keep Optimos
We had to Gump when we dropped On Them Vogues
And the south don't stop my head explode
keep it cold till my pockets swolle
So if you know you'd better ask her though
Big pimp quick to down your door
say it again, like I said it before

(4X)
When Dirty Boys 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 keeping you crunk by making you
Off of every word that I out
You them boys from the slum
They carry big pumps and ready to
Off that's in our way now
Packing the heat, you stacking the
Ready to freak, and every one of you woes
Who running the Gump, man y'all already
Them Dirty Boys, they got a so cold
Continue to blow that killa smoke my nose
Emptying clips and busting through our foes
Who that out there trying to steal our flow
After this time, I bet you no more
We left for a while, but now we back on block
it down because we opened up shop
You open your mouth and boy you to get popped
We up shots because we leaving them cocked
And every thug I run with G's
Smoked out keeping freak on they knees
sack of green wood so we called it trees
Plus a of Thunderbird that's swerving me
Now what y'all know Mr. G
love to them thugs that run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies
Pop slugs, blood, make them fakers flea
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 little skeeting up
But let it
Cause it ain't you can do
Dirty Boys coming back and we bringing the
And the of y'all know when you showed the show
Deuce, O, we make em hit the floe

Pimp]
Now what y'all think we doing brah
at home
Eatin snacks, fat
We been in the studio making
But y'all wouldn't know nothing bout that
You too busy off at your mouth
Hollerin about, we out
You to worry bout y'all own damn house
While you're always trying to worry ours
Saying Where the Pimp, the G
I know they ain't fell of the
Is it gonna be last cd
Look at here boy, stop me
That's the same old thing you asked 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 my 'Lac
The green one I had with my name in the back
Why you won't me
Hell who stole
You pulling else out your hat
See of y'all started rapping yesterday
See me and G been rapping the 3rd grade
And I don't give a what none of y'all say
We bout the only group that deserve to get
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 know you'd better ask her though
Pimp and G quick to kick down door
say it again like I said it before
When Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)
hit the floe