Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp

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

We gon' socidal to go slappin' through thy window
Something's creepin' up
It was a
about a hoe
Some sippin' on the
Who gon' want to cross my fules,
Not was you weak
Need another nigga

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

It's the coulda me Z's
got 'em stee
Make me
See that's what you get for talkin'
Trick I you in the splunder
Cut you up
Jerry Springer

Come, who the fuck
They want
Niggas to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump,
Still gon' ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin', to a richin'
Bitches turn to

rule by
And he act a fool
When he give a damn
If fuckin' red or blue boy
buy the wet slide
Goin' on this best
Infamous done with tight
When me get mine

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

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

How gon' go deep
In the
When niggas drunk
And smoke on new ports
on my streets
Wit all peeps
I to scratch
And throw down

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

Bein' a
Keep I'm not goin' to quit
The club was packed from to wall
The gangsta walk is what we
When niggas are
I'm still gonna
The third a
Let's if all

We the club
And no love
Just in our face
And refunds
They might wanna
Later on the
'Cause playas don't give a fuck
Security

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

On fuckin' ass
We fuckin' brag
Cause we up
Robbers on my ass, should I
'Cause runnin' up
Maybe my premadin'
No turn to yo
the sayin'

Saw your
Boy I that kick door
I those
in my trunk
And now we to my hood
want the left they die yet
But he he would
Wasn't in the

For bunk shit
But these 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
know we make em' stomp

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