Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Floe

[Big
I know y'all feel me now
Since we that Versatile
Know y'all ain't seen my in a while
We in the hood coming up with style
Everybody talk cause we now
Look at here boy, you'd better 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 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 thang
How we get here, see we man
in a 'Lac on them chrome thangs, whoa man
We leavin 'em blowed, we 'em throwed
We for sho'
We got the wood smellin like
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm them blowed
I'm dropping straight game just to put in
been
The cheapest pimp that you seen before
I you love 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 know I stay pleasing
I wood so you know I keep Optimos
We had to Gump locked we dropped On Them Vogues
And the south don't stop my head explode
Gotta keep it till my pockets swolle
So if you don't know you'd ask her though
Big pimp to kick down your door
say it again, like I said it before

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

[Mr. G
OK now
Now who be them bombs
They keeping you by making you jump
Off of every word that I out
You them boys from the slum
They carry big pumps and to bomb
Off that's in our way now
the heat, you stacking the cheese
Ready to freak, each and one of you woes
Who the Gump, man y'all already know
Them Dirty Boys, they got a so cold
Continue to blow that killa smoke through my
Emptying clips and busting holes through our
Who that out there that's to steal our flow
this time, I bet you won't no more
We left for a while, but now we on your block
it down because we opened up shop
You open mouth and boy you bound to get popped
We licking up shots because we leaving cocked
And every that I run with G's
Smoked out freak tricks on they knees
Gotta of green wood so we called it trees
Plus a thing of Thunderbird that's me
Now y'all know bout Mr. G
Much love to thugs that run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while junkies geek
Pop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers
I know a lot of out there envy me
all right, we knock em off easily
Seems to be you would be more concerned
With making own
Plus a little skeeting up
But let it
it ain't nothing you can do
Dirty coming back and we bringing the true
And the rest of y'all know when you the show
Deuce, triple O, we make em hit the

[Big
Now what think we been doing brah
Sittin at
snacks, getting fat
We been in the making tracks
But y'all wouldn't know nothing bout that
You too running off at your mouth
about, we fell out
You need to worry bout own damn house
While you're always trying to bout ours
Saying Where the Pimp, the G
I know they fell of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be y'all cd
Look at here boy, stop me
That's the same old you asked 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 the keys
Let me ask you a
You my 'Lac
The green one I had with my name in the back
Why you won't me
Hell who stole
You pulling else out your hat
See of y'all started rapping yesterday
See me and G been rapping since the 3rd
And I don't give a damn what of y'all say
We bout the only group that deserve to get
So roll em up, sack em up, pack em up, and em out
Them Boys coming back through this town
And we won't stop till we 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 like I said it before
When them Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty drop)
Better hit the