Luyện nghe bài hát This Dat Beat

Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh,
better turn this one up
Ya'll better bang shit, ya'll better get ready

Ya'll better bang this till your trunk pops open (yeah)
And your plate frame sounds broken (what!)
Slow cruisin some goose in my gatorade
No excuses just on a saturday
Ride fulla females and they all
Upfront, laid back, the bishop don juan (yea I'm pimp!)
Pullin up to the spot, on the grass
You kingspade clique be runnin last
(aye yo) ass get checked you steppin to the vet (uh!)
We been in it for a minute you ain't heard shit yet
So sit relax let the track do the work
Bob ya head to this shit till your starts to hurt
If you movin right now (yeah), the beats ill
That kingspade clique, (well) them boys have got
D-loc and Johnny Richter comin up on the
In a 66 dumpbump bangin down the

dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street
And knows you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE
This dat beat, that you bang when you down the street
And everybody you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE

You best react fast, is a 100 yard dash
(start runnin!), Don't be late, or you'll be comin in (oooh!)
The biggest purse goes to those who finish
And me you is like a Porsche against a Hearse
You may as well not exist, don't pull to the line (back up!),
you already lost, the money's already mine,
It's to let it go, do whatever you know,
you ain't nothin but a rookie, dealin with a seasoned pro
I'm a veteran, no time fo you gentlemen,
bumpin, vibratin while my bumpers scrapin,
Bomb joint blazin, hangin, out the window with my elbow,
Real low, tryin to holler at this soul, train tracks,
So I hit all the switches, lifted the and the back,
To all the ditches, didn't want the clippin,
So I raised up and

dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street
And everybody you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE
This dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the
And knows you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE

Running walls, like a fish in a aquarium
like a looney, locked in a cemetarium
I'm goin' for the feelin' of bass
smokin crack, give me hits of 808 (c'mon!)
I love it when the goes
Yo Mike hit me off a little more (booooom)
Now thats the type of shit that me want to drive
I love bass tunes, as much as gettin high
I give it up and give it back, up on the map
and Johnny Richter smokin sacks in the back
In the club tryin to dub on hoe hangin low
Cause you know how we do it when we up at a

This dat beat, that you when you rollin down the street
And knows you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE
This dat beat, that you bang you rollin down the street
And everybody knows you comin, bumpin

You bangin KINGSPADE You bangin who? KINGSPADE
You bangin what? KINGSPADE You who? KINGSPADE
You bangin KINGSPADE You bangin who? KINGSPADE
You bangin KINGSPADE You bangin who? KINGSPADE
You bangin what? KINGSPADE You bangin who?
You bangin what? KINGSPADE You bangin who?
You bangin what? KINGSPADE You who? KINGSPADE
You bangin what? KINGSPADE You bangin who?