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 with style
Everybody cause we home now
Look at here boy, you'd better 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
Kicked a little south, so on now
Do what you gotta when you man
If you get a verse, get the thang
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 like cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm hitting blowed
I'm dropping straight game to put them in
been
The cheapest pimp that you ever seen
I know you it when I ride D's and vogues
I know the junkie love it I cook keys and o's
I'm a freak so you I stay pleasing woes
I love wood so you know I Optimos
We had to locked when we dropped On Them Vogues
And the south don't stop till my explode
Gotta keep it cold till my swolle
So if you don't you'd better ask her though
Big pimp quick to kick down your
I'ma say it again, I said it before

(4X)
When them 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 I spit out
You know 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 Boys, they got a style so cold
to blow that killa smoke through my nose
Emptying clips and holes through our foes
Who that out there that's trying to our flow
After time, I bet you won't no more
We for a while, but now we back on your block
it down because we opened up shop
You open mouth and boy you bound to get popped
We up shots because we leaving them cocked
And thug that I run with G's
Smoked out keeping tricks on they knees
Gotta sack of green so we called it trees
Plus a thing of Thunderbird swerving me
Now what y'all know Mr. G
Much love to them thugs that run the
Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies
Pop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers
I know a lot of y'all out there me
all right, we knock em off easily
Seems to be that you would be concerned
With your own
Plus a little skeeting up
But let it
it ain't nothing 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 what y'all think we doing brah
Sittin at
snacks, getting fat
We in the studio making tracks
But y'all boys know nothing bout that
You too busy off at your mouth
about, we fell out
You need to worry bout y'all own house
While always trying to worry bout ours
Saying Where the Pimp, the G
I know they ain't 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 last week
You talk too if you ask me
I'm I ain't tell you that I lived with G
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I the keys
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 stole
You pulling everything out your hat
See most of y'all 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 deserve to get paid
So em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em out
Them Dirty Boys coming back through this
And we won't stop we shut it down
So if you didn't know better ask her though
Pimp and G quick to kick your door
I'ma say it again like I it before
When them Dirty boys drop (When Dirty Boys drop)
Better hit the