Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp

Was this in trees
These are the
They me vision
Seein' things
Me and DJ
We got the off
We stee

We gon' play to go slappin' through thy window
Something's creepin' up
It was a
Read a hoe
sippin' on the women
Who want to cross my fules, attention
Not only was you
Need another nigga

I the car
Said, Do you want to buck
Koopsta
Shirt, I knew you're
the bridge back
Take a bag them slugs
Sentence see your son
Devils in your

It's the me dree Z's
got 'em stee
Make me
See what you get for talkin' shit
I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up
Springer biatch

Come, come who the
They want
want to jump, jump
Get'cha ya pump, Paul
Still gon' ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin', to a richin'
turn to shaken

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

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

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

How gon' go deep
In the
niggas stay drunk
And on your new ports
From on my
Wit all peeps
I used to
And down beats

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

a fool
Keep tryin' I'm not to quit
The club was from wall to wall
The gangsta walk is we call
niggas are buckin'
I'm still dance
The third a
look if all

We the club
And show no
Just throw in our
And gettin'
They might wanna
on the night
'Cause Memphis don't give a fuck
Security

We smack the for throwin' us out
For a blunt, the number ones on
It cam on
And now it's time to fuckin'
in the motherfuckin' house
It's the yo
stand back
It's they fuckin'

On your ass
We can't fuckin'
Cause we up
Robbers on my ass, I blast
'Cause runnin' up
Maybe my premadin'
No present to yo
With the

Saw nine
Boy I call that kick
I stick
Bitches in my
And now we back to my
Don't the left they die yet
But he he would
Wasn't in the

For this bunk
But niggas had to creep
That boy stupid
I sit, I leave these for a permanent sleep
And now we out the
We get em' up
Triple 6 and Posse
Ya'll know we em' stomp

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