Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp

Was this in trees
These are the
They held me
Seein' more
Me and DJ
We got the off
We gon'

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

I the car
Said, Do you want to buck
Rough
Shirt, I knew you're
Take the back
Take a bag with slugs
Sentence see gone son
Devils in Chris

It's the coulda me Z's
Koopsta got 'em
prophet me
See that's you get for talkin' shit
Trick I drop you in the
Cut you up
Jerry Springer

Come, come who the
They some
Niggas want to jump,
Get'cha ya pump, Paul
gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin', goin' to a
Bitches to shaken

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

You what I want
But do Koopsta it
on this bitch
Like some new confetti
Triple 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, 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)

How long gon' go
In the
When stay drunk
And smoke on your new
on my streets
Wit all peeps
I used to
And throw down

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

a fool
Keep I'm not goin' to quit
The club was packed from to wall
The gangsta is what we call
niggas are buckin'
I'm gonna dance
The a fool
look if all

We took the
And show no
Just in our face
And refunds
They might wanna
Later on the
'Cause Memphis playas give a fuck
Security

We smack the punks for us out
For smokin' a blunt, the ones on
It cam on
And now it's time to fuckin'
Juicy's in the motherfuckin'
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 runnin' up
Maybe it's my
No turn to yo
With the

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

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

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