Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp

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

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

I the car
Said, Do you want to 'em?
Koopsta
Shirt, I you're hurt
the bridge back
Take a bag with slugs
see your gone son
Devils in your

It's the me dree Z's
Koopsta got 'em
Make me
See that's what you get for talkin'
Trick I drop you in the
Cut you up
Springer biatch

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

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

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

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

How gon' go deep
In the
When stay drunk
And on your new ports
on my streets
Wit all peeps
I used to
And down beats

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

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

We the club
And show no
Just throw in our
And gettin'
might wanna fight
Later on the
Memphis playas don't give a fuck
Security

We the punks for throwin' us out
For smokin' a blunt, the ones on
It cam on
And now it's time to fuckin'
Juicy's in the motherfuckin'
It's the yo
stand back
It's they fuckin'

On your ass
We can't brag
Cause we up
Robbers on my ass, should I
'Cause runnin' up
it's my premadin'
No present 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 they die yet
But he wishin' he
in the mood

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

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, his ass down to the pump)