Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp

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

We gon' play socidal to go slappin' through thy
Something's creepin' up
It was a
Read 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 want to buck
Rough
Shirt, I you're hurt
Take the bridge
Take a bag them slugs
see your gone son
Devils in your

the coulda me dree Z's
Koopsta got 'em
Make me
See that's what you get for shit
I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up
Jerry biatch

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

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

You know what I
But do gets it
Storm on bitch
Like some new used
Astronomical 6
space on top of astroids
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)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker,
(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)

How long go deep
In the
When niggas drunk
And smoke on your new
From on my
Wit all peeps
I used to
And throw down

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

a fool
Keep tryin' I'm not goin' to
The club was packed from wall to
The walk is what we call
When niggas are
I'm still gonna
The third a
look if all

We the club
And no love
Just throw in our
And refunds
might wanna fight
Later on the
'Cause Memphis playas don't a fuck
Security

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

On fuckin' ass
We can't fuckin'
Cause we up
Robbers on my ass, should I
'Cause they up
it's my premadin'
No present to yo
the sayin'

Saw nine
Boy I call that door
I those
in my trunk
And now we back to my
Don't the left they die yet
But he he would
in the mood

For bunk shit
But these niggas had to
That boy they
I sit, I leave these hoes for a sleep
And now we out the
We get em' up
Triple 6 and Posse
know we make em' stomp

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