Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Floe

[Big
I know y'all feel me now
Since we dropped Versatile
Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a
We in the hood coming up with killing
talk cause we home now
Look at here boy, better gone now
It to be black but it's chrome now
If it's cocked then 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 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 chrome thangs, whoa man
We 'em blowed, we leavin 'em throwed
We rollin' for
We got the wood smellin like
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm them blowed
I'm straight game just to put them in
been
The cheapest pimp that you ever seen
I know you love it I ride D's and vogues
I know the junkie love it when I cook 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 locked we dropped On Them Vogues
And the south don't till my head explode
Gotta keep it cold till my pockets
So if you don't know you'd better ask her
Big pimp quick to down your door
I'ma say it again, like I it before

(4X)
When them Dirty Boys
Better hit the floe [Hit the (3X)]
we is boy, here 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
carry big pumps and ready to bomb
Off that's in our way now
the heat, you stacking the cheese
Ready to freak, and every one of you woes
Who running the Gump, man already know
Dirty Boys, they got a style so cold
Continue to blow that smoke through my nose
Emptying and busting holes through our foes
Who that out there that's trying to our flow
After this time, I bet you won't no
We left for a while, but now we back on your
Locking it down we opened up shop
You open your mouth and boy you bound to get
We up shots because we leaving them cocked
And thug that I run with G's
Smoked out keeping freak on they knees
Gotta of green wood so we called it trees
a thing of Thunderbird 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, them fakers flea
I a lot of y'all out there envy me
That's all right, we knock em off
Seems to be that you be more concerned
With making 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 y'all when you showed the show
Deuce, triple O, we 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 mouth
Hollerin about, we out
You need to worry y'all own damn house
While you're always trying to worry bout
Where 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 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 I flipped the keys
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 been rapping the 3rd grade
And I don't give a damn what of y'all say
We the only group that deserve to get paid
So roll em up, sack em up, em up, and move em out
Them Boys coming back through this town
And we won't stop till we it down
So if you know you'd better ask her though
Pimp and G quick to kick down your
say it again like I said it before
When Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)
hit the floe