Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Floe

[Big
I know that feel me now
Since we dropped that
Know y'all seen my clique in a while
We in the hood coming up with killing
Everybody talk cause we now
Look at here boy, better gone now
It to be black but it's chrome now
If it's back then it's gone 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 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 'Lac on them chrome thangs, man
We leavin 'em blowed, we leavin 'em
We rollin' for
We got the wood like cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm hitting them
I'm straight game just to put them in
been
The cheapest pimp you ever seen before
I know you it when I ride D's and vogues
I know the junkie it when I cook keys and o's
I'm a so you know I stay pleasing woes
I love wood so you know I keep
We had to Gump locked when we On Them Vogues
And the south don't stop my head explode
keep it cold till my pockets swolle
So if you don't know you'd better ask her
Big pimp quick to kick your door
I'ma say it again, like I it before

(4X)
When Dirty Boys drop
Better hit the [Hit the floe (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 every that I spit out
You know boys from 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, and every one of you woes
Who running the Gump, man already know
Them Dirty Boys, they got a style so
Continue to blow that smoke through my nose
clips and busting holes through our foes
Who out there that's trying 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 up shop
You open your mouth and boy you bound to get
We licking up because we leaving them cocked
And every thug I run with G's
Smoked out keeping freak on they knees
Gotta sack of green so we called it trees
Plus a thing of that's swerving me
Now what y'all know Mr. G
Much to them thugs that run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while them geek
Pop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers
I know a lot of y'all out there me
That's all right, we em off easily
Seems to be that you would be concerned
making your own
Plus a skeeting up stone
But let it
Cause it ain't you can do
Dirty Boys back and we bringing the true
And the rest of know when you showed the show
Deuce, triple O, we em hit the floe

[Big
Now what y'all we been doing brah
at home
Eatin snacks, fat
We been in the studio tracks
But y'all boys wouldn't know nothing that
You too running off at your mouth
Hollerin about, we out
You need to worry bout own damn house
While you're always trying to worry ours
Saying the Pimp, where the G
I they ain't fell of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be last cd
Look at here boy, asking me
That's the same old thing you last week
You talk too if you ask me
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I 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 name in the
Why you tell me
Hell who that
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 give a damn what none of say
We the only group 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 won't till we shut it down
So if you didn't you'd better ask her though
and G quick to kick down your door
I'ma say it again I said it before
them Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)
Better hit the