Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp

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

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

I the car
Said, Do you want to buck
Rough
Shirt, I you're hurt
the bridge back
Take a bag them slugs
Sentence see gone son
Devils in your

the coulda me dree Z's
Koopsta got 'em
prophet me
See that's what you get for talkin'
Trick I you in the splunder
Cut you up
Jerry Springer

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bein' a
Keep tryin' I'm not to quit
The club was from wall to wall
The gangsta walk is what we
niggas are buckin'
I'm still dance
The a fool
look if all

We took the
And show no
throw in our face
And gettin'
might wanna fight
Later on the
'Cause Memphis playas don't a fuck
Security

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

On fuckin' ass
We can't brag
Cause we up
on my ass, should I blast
'Cause they up
Maybe my premadin'
No present to yo
the sayin'

Saw your
Boy I call kick door
I stick
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 bunk shit
But these had to creep
That boy they
I sit, I leave these for a permanent sleep
And now we out the
We get em' up
Triple 6 and Posse
Ya'll know we em' stomp

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