Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp

Was this in them
are the things
They me vision
Seein' more
Me and DJ
We got the off
We gon'

We gon' play socidal to go slappin' through thy
creepin' up slow
It was a
about a hoe
Some sippin' on the
Who want to cross my fules, attention
Not only was you
Need nigga drivin'

I the car
Said, Do you want to 'em?
Rough
Shirt, I you're hurt
Take the bridge
a bag with them slugs
Sentence see your son
Devils in Chris

It's the coulda me Z's
Koopsta got 'em
prophet me
See that's what you get for shit
Trick I you in the splunder
Cut you up
Springer biatch

Come, who the fuck
want some
Niggas to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump,
gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin', goin' to a
Bitches turn to

Mafioso by
And he act a fool
When he don't a damn
If fuckin' red or blue boy
buy the wet slide
Goin' on best lide
Lord Infamous with tight
me gotta get mine

You know what I
But do Koopsta it
Storm on bitch
Like some new used
Triple 6
Writes on top of astroids
Comin' to rip up the
We killin' the fool, so act a boy

Stomp motherfucker, motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass to the pump)
Stomp motherfucker, motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, his ass down to the pump)
motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, his ass down to the pump)
Stomp motherfucker, motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass to the pump)

How long go deep
In the
When niggas drunk
And smoke on your new
on my streets
Wit all peeps
I to scratch
And down beats

I a mix
With real bass
The noise I had to be slangin'
DJ in shit try to make that shit
Tone be speakers stack they crates
Studio 9 was the to be
all jocks were tryin' to get
The get on the tape

Bein' a
Keep tryin' I'm not to quit
The club was packed from wall to
The walk is what we call
When are buckin'
I'm gonna dance
The third a
look if all

We the club
And no love
throw in our face
And gettin'
They might fight
Later on the
'Cause Memphis playas don't a fuck
junk

We smack the punks for us out
For smokin' a blunt, the ones on
It cam on
And now it's to fuckin' stomp
Juicy's in the house
the peel yo
Motherfuckin' stand
It's fuckin' steelo

On fuckin' ass
We can't brag
Cause we up
Robbers on my ass, should I
'Cause they up
Maybe my premadin'
No turn to yo
With the

Saw nine
Boy I that kick door
I those
Bitches in my
And now we to my hood
Don't want the left die yet
But he he would
in the mood

For this shit
But these niggas had to
That boy stupid
I sit, I leave these hoes for a permanent
And now we out the
We get em' up
Triple 6 and Prophet
know we make em' stomp

Stomp motherfucker, motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass to the pump)
motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, his ass down to the pump)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker,
(Lay at, his ass down to the pump)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker,
(Lay at, move his ass to the pump)