Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Floe

[Big
I know that y'all me now
Since we dropped Versatile
Know ain't seen my clique 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 to be black 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
a little 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
in a 'Lac on them chrome thangs, whoa man
We leavin 'em blowed, we leavin 'em
We for sho'
We got the wood smellin cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm them blowed
I'm dropping game just to put them in
been
The cheapest pimp that you 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 know I pleasing woes
I love wood so you know I keep
We had to Gump locked we dropped On Them Vogues
And the don't stop till my head explode
Gotta keep it cold till my swolle
So if you know 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 [Hit the (3X)]
Here we is boy, we is boy

[Mr. G
OK now
Now who be dropping bombs
keeping you crunk by making you jump
Off of word that I spit out
You know them boys the slum
They big pumps and ready to bomb
Off that's in our way now
Packing the heat, you the cheese
Ready to freak, each and 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 through my
Emptying and busting holes through our foes
Who that out there that's to steal our flow
After this time, I bet you won't no
We for a while, but now we back 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 that I run with G's
out keeping freak tricks on they knees
Gotta sack of green wood so we it trees
Plus a thing of Thunderbird swerving me
Now what know bout Mr. G
love to them thugs that run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, them junkies geek
Pop slugs, draw blood, them fakers flea
I know a lot of y'all out there me
That's all right, we em off easily
to be that you would be more concerned
With making own
a little skeeting up stone
But let it
Cause it nothing you can do
Dirty Boys back and we bringing the true
And the of y'all know when you showed the show
Deuce, O, we make em hit the floe

[Big
Now what y'all think we doing brah
Sittin at
Eatin snacks, fat
We been in the studio tracks
But y'all boys wouldn't know nothing that
You too busy off at your mouth
about, we fell out
You need to worry bout y'all own house
While you're always to worry bout ours
Where the Pimp, where the G
I know they fell of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be y'all cd
Look at here boy, asking me
That's the same old thing you asked last
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 flipped the
Let me ask you a
You my 'Lac
The green one that I had with my in the back
Why you won't me
Hell who stole
You pulling everything else out hat
See most of y'all rapping yesterday
See me and G rapping since the 3rd grade
And I don't a damn what none of y'all say
We bout the only that deserve to get paid
So em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em out
Them Dirty Boys back through this town
And we won't stop we shut it down
So if you didn't know you'd better ask her
Pimp and G quick to kick your door
I'ma say it like I said it before
When them Dirty drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)
Better hit the