Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Floe

[Big
I know y'all feel me now
we dropped that Versatile
Know ain't seen my clique in a while
We in the hood coming up with killing
Everybody talk cause we now
at here boy, you'd better gone now
It used to be black but 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
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 'em blowed, we leavin 'em throwed
We for sho'
We got the smellin like cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm hitting them
I'm straight game just to put them in
Could've
The cheapest pimp that you ever seen
I know you love it when I ride D's and
I know the love it when I cook keys and o's
I'm a so you know I stay pleasing woes
I love wood so you I keep Optimos
We had to Gump when 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 you'd better ask her though
Big pimp quick to down your door
I'ma say it again, like I it before

(4X)
When Dirty Boys drop
Better hit the floe [Hit the (3X)]
we is boy, here we is boy

[Mr. G
OK now
Now who be them bombs
They you crunk by making you jump
Off of every that I spit out
You know boys from the slum
They carry big pumps and to bomb
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 know
Them Dirty Boys, they got a so cold
Continue to blow that killa smoke my nose
Emptying clips and busting holes through our
Who that out there that's trying to steal our
After this time, I bet you no more
We left for a while, but now we on your block
Locking it down because we opened up
You open your mouth and boy you to get popped
We up shots because we leaving them cocked
And thug that I run with G's
out keeping freak tricks on they knees
Gotta sack of green so we called it trees
Plus a thing of that's swerving me
Now what know bout Mr. G
Much love to 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 envy me
all right, we knock em off easily
Seems to be that you would be concerned
With making own
Plus a little skeeting up
But let it
Cause it ain't you can do
Boys coming back and we bringing the true
And the rest of y'all know when you the show
Deuce, O, we make em hit the floe

[Big
Now what y'all think we been brah
at home
Eatin snacks, fat
We in the studio making tracks
But boys wouldn't know nothing bout that
You too running off at your mouth
Hollerin about, we out
You need to worry bout y'all own damn
you're always trying to worry bout ours
Saying the Pimp, where the G
I they ain't fell of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be y'all cd
Look at here boy, stop me
the same old thing you asked last week
You talk too if you ask me
I'm glad I ain't tell you I lived with G
I'm glad I ain't tell you I flipped the keys
Let me ask you a
You remember my
The green one that I had my name in the back
Why you tell me
who stole that
You pulling else out your hat
See most of started 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 group deserve to get paid
So em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em out
Them Boys coming back through this town
And we won't stop we shut it down
So if you know you'd better ask her though
and G quick to kick down your door
I'ma say it like I said it before
them Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)
Better hit the