Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp

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

We gon' play socidal to go slappin' thy window
Something's up slow
It was a
about a hoe
Some on the women
Who gon' want to my fules, attention
Not only was you
another nigga drivin'

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

It's the coulda me Z's
Koopsta got 'em
Make me
See what you get for talkin' shit
Trick I drop you in the
Cut you up
Springer biatch

Come, come who the
want some
Niggas to jump, jump
make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump,
Off a nigga fakin', goin' to a
Bitches turn to

rule by
And he will act a
When he don't give a
If your fuckin' red or boy
buy the wet slide
Goin' on this lide
Lord Infamous with tight
When me gotta get

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

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

How long gon' go
In the
niggas stay drunk
And smoke on your new
on my streets
Wit all only
I to scratch
And throw beats

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

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

We took the
And no love
throw in our face
And gettin'
might wanna fight
Later on the
'Cause Memphis don't give a fuck
junk

We smack the for throwin' us out
For smokin' a blunt, the number on
It cam on
And now time to fuckin' stomp
Juicy's in the house
It's the yo
Motherfuckin' back
It's fuckin' steelo

On your ass
We can't fuckin'
we comin' up
Robbers on my ass, should I
they runnin' up
Maybe my premadin'
No turn to yo
the sayin'

Saw nine
Boy I call that kick
I stick
in my trunk
And now we to my hood
want the left they die yet
But he wishin' he
in the mood

For this shit
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
6 and Prophet Posse
Ya'll we make em' stomp

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