Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp

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

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

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

It's the me dree Z's
got 'em stee
prophet me
See that's you get for talkin' shit
I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up
Jerry Springer

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

rule by
And he act a fool
When he give a damn
If your red or blue boy
buy the wet slide
Goin' on this lide
Lord Infamous with tight
When me gotta get

You know I want
But do Koopsta it
Storm on this
Like some new used
Triple 6
Writes space on top of
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, motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass to the pump)
Stomp motherfucker, motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, his ass down to the pump)

How gon' go deep
In the
When niggas drunk
And smoke on your new
From on my
Wit all only
I used to
And down beats

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

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

We the club
And show no
throw in our face
And gettin'
They wanna fight
Later on the
'Cause playas don't give a fuck
Security

We the punks for throwin' 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' stand
they fuckin' steelo

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

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

For this bunk
But these had to creep
That boy they
I sit, I these hoes for a permanent sleep
And now we out the
We get em' up
Triple 6 and Prophet
Ya'll know we em' stomp

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