Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp

Was in them trees
are the things
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
about a hoe
Some sippin' on the
Who gon' want to my fules, attention
Not was you weak
another nigga drivin'

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

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

Come, who the fuck
They some
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump,
Still gon' ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin', goin' to a
turn to shaken

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

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

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

How long go deep
In the
When niggas stay
And on your new ports
From on my
Wit all only
I to scratch
And throw beats

I a mix
real deep bass
The I had to be slangin' tapes
DJ in shit try to make that shit
Tone be that stack they crates
9 was the place to be
Where all were tryin' to get
The get on the tape

Bein' a
Keep tryin' I'm not to quit
The was packed from wall to wall
The gangsta walk is we call
niggas are buckin'
I'm still dance
The a fool
Let's if all

We took the
And show no
throw in our face
And gettin'
They might fight
on the night
'Cause Memphis don't give a fuck
junk

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

On your ass
We can't brag
we comin' up
Robbers on my ass, should I
'Cause they up
Maybe it's my
No present to yo
With the

Saw nine
Boy I call that kick
I those
in my trunk
And now we back to my
Don't want the left die yet
But he wishin' he
Wasn't in the

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

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