Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp

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

We gon' play to go slappin' through thy window
Something's creepin' up
It was a
Read a hoe
sippin' on the women
Who want to cross my fules, attention
Not only was you
Need nigga drivin'

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

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

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

rule by
And he will act a
When he don't a damn
If fuckin' red or blue boy
Couldn't buy the wet
Goin' on this lide
Lord Infamous done tight
When me get mine

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

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

How long go deep
In the
When stay drunk
And smoke on your new
on my streets
Wit all only
I to scratch
And throw down

I a mix
With deep bass
The I had to be slangin' tapes
DJ in this shit try to that shit
Tone be that stack they crates
9 was the place to be
Where all jocks tryin' to get
The chance get on the

Bein' a
Keep I'm not goin' to quit
The club was packed from wall to
The gangsta walk is we call
When are buckin'
I'm gonna dance
The third a
look if all

We the club
And no love
throw in our face
And refunds
They might fight
on the night
'Cause playas don't give a fuck
Security

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

On fuckin' ass
We fuckin' brag
we comin' up
Robbers on my ass, I blast
they runnin' up
Maybe it's my
No present to yo
With the

Saw nine
Boy I call that kick
I those
Bitches in my
And now we to my hood
Don't the left they die yet
But he he would
Wasn't in the

For this bunk
But niggas had to creep
boy they stupid
I sit, I leave these hoes for a permanent
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, motherfucker, stomp
(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)