Luyện nghe bài hát This Dat Beat

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

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

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

You best react fast, this is a 100 dash
(start runnin!), be late, or you'll be comin in last (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, even pull to the line (back up!),
you already lost, the money's already mine,
It's best to let it go, do you know,
Cause you ain't nothin but a rookie, with a seasoned pro
I'm a veteran, ain't no fo you gentlemen,
Trunk bumpin, while my bumpers scrapin,
Bomb 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, lifted the and the back,
To avoid all the ditches, want the clippin,
So I raised up and

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

Running into walls, like a fish in a
Acting a looney, locked in a cemetarium
I'm goin' 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 that me want to drive
I love bass tunes, almost as as gettin high
I give it up and it back, Kingspade up on the map
and Johnny Richter smokin sacks in the back
In the tryin to dub on this hoe hangin low
Cause you how we do it when we up at a show

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

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