Luyện nghe bài hát This Dat Beat

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

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

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

You react fast, this 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 even to the line (back up!),
you already lost, the money's already mine,
It's to let it go, do whatever you know,
Cause you ain't nothin but a rookie, dealin a seasoned pro
I'm a veteran, no time fo you gentlemen,
Trunk bumpin, vibratin while my scrapin,
chronic joint blazin, hangin, out the window with my elbow,
Real low, tryin to at this soul, 'proachin train tracks,
So I hit all the switches, the front and the back,
To all the ditches, didn't want the clippin,
So I up and BOUNCED

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

Running into walls, a fish in a aquarium
Acting like a looney, in a cemetarium
I'm crazy for the feelin' of bass
Fuck crack, give me hits of 808 (c'mon!)
I love it when the goes
Yo Mike hit me off with a more (booooom)
Now thats the type of shit make me want to drive
I love tunes, almost as much as gettin high
I it up and give it back, Kingspade up on the map
D-Loc and Johnny Richter sacks in the back
In the club tryin to dub on hoe hangin low
Cause you how we do it when we up at a show

This dat beat, that you bang when you rollin the street
And everybody knows you comin, bumpin
This dat beat, that you when 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 what? KINGSPADE You bangin who? KINGSPADE
You what? KINGSPADE You bangin who? KINGSPADE
You bangin what? KINGSPADE You bangin who?
You bangin KINGSPADE You bangin who? KINGSPADE
You bangin what? KINGSPADE You bangin KINGSPADE
You bangin what? KINGSPADE You bangin who?