Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp

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

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

I the car
Said, Do you want to 'em?
Koopsta
Shirt, I knew hurt
Take the back
Take a bag with them
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'
I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up
Jerry biatch

Come, who the fuck
They want
Niggas to jump, jump
make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump,
Off a nigga fakin', goin' to a
turn to shaken

Mafioso by
And he act a fool
he don't give a damn
If your fuckin' red or boy
buy the wet slide
Goin' on best lide
Lord done with tight
When me gotta get

You what I want
But do Koopsta it
Storm on this
Like new used 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)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker,
(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, his ass down to the pump)

How long gon' go
In the
When stay drunk
And on your new ports
From on my
Wit all only
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 make that
Tone be speakers that stack crates
Studio 9 was the to be
all jocks were tryin' to get
The chance get on the

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

We took the
And show no
Just in our face
And refunds
They wanna fight
on the night
'Cause Memphis playas don't a fuck
Security

We smack the for throwin' us out
For smokin' a blunt, the number on
It cam on
And now it's time to fuckin'
Juicy's in the house
It's the yo
stand back
It's fuckin' steelo

On fuckin' ass
We can't fuckin'
we comin' up
Robbers on my ass, should I
'Cause runnin' up
it's my premadin'
No turn to yo
With the

Saw nine
Boy I call kick door
I stick
Bitches in my
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 niggas had to
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
know we make em' stomp

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