Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Floe

[Big
I know that y'all me now
Since we that Versatile
y'all ain't seen my clique in a while
We in the hood coming up with style
Everybody talk cause we now
Look at boy, you'd better gone now
It used to be black but it's now
If it's cocked back it's gone fly
Put it on boss, so I lie
I used to be but I'm grown now
Hit a few licks, so we now
Kicked a south, so it's on now
Do you gotta when you broke man
If you get a verse, get the thang
How we get here, see we man
Rollin in a 'Lac on them chrome thangs, man
We leavin 'em blowed, we 'em throwed
We for sho'
We got the wood like cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm them blowed
I'm dropping straight game just to put in
been
The cheapest pimp that you ever before
I know you love it when I ride D's and
I know the junkie love it I cook keys and o's
I'm a freak so you know I stay pleasing
I love so you know I keep Optimos
We had to Gump locked when we dropped On Vogues
And the south don't till my head explode
Gotta keep it cold till my pockets
So if you don't know you'd better ask her
Big pimp quick to kick your door
I'ma say it again, like I it before

(4X)
When them Boys drop
Better hit the [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, we is boy

[Mr. G
OK now
Now who be dropping bombs
keeping you crunk by making you jump
Off of word that I spit out
You know boys from the slum
They carry big and ready to bomb
Off everything in our way now
Packing the heat, you the cheese
to freak, each and every one of you woes
Who running the Gump, man already know
Dirty Boys, they got a style so cold
Continue to that killa smoke through my nose
Emptying clips and busting holes our foes
Who that out there that's trying to our flow
After this time, I bet you won't no
We left for a while, but now we on your block
Locking it down because we opened up
You open your mouth and boy you to get popped
We licking up shots we leaving them cocked
And every thug that I run G's
Smoked out keeping freak tricks on they
sack of green wood so we called it trees
Plus a of Thunderbird that's swerving me
Now y'all know bout Mr. G
Much love to them thugs run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while them geek
Pop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers
I know a lot of out there envy me
all right, we knock em off easily
Seems to be that you would be more
making your own
Plus a little skeeting up
But let it
Cause it nothing you can do
Dirty Boys coming back and we bringing the
And the rest of y'all know when you the show
Deuce, O, we make em hit the floe

[Big
Now what think we been doing brah
Sittin at
Eatin snacks, fat
We been in the studio tracks
But y'all boys wouldn't know nothing that
You too busy running off at mouth
Hollerin about, we out
You need to bout y'all own damn house
While you're always trying to worry bout
Where the Pimp, where the G
I know they fell of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be last cd
Look at here boy, asking me
That's the old thing you asked last week
You too much if you ask me
I'm I ain't tell you that I lived with G
I'm I ain't tell you that I flipped the keys
Let me ask you a
You remember my
The green one I had with my name in the back
Why you won't me
who stole that
You pulling everything out your hat
See most of y'all started yesterday
See me and G been rapping the 3rd grade
And I don't give a damn what none of say
We bout the group that deserve to get paid
So em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em out
Them Dirty Boys coming back through this
And we won't stop we shut it down
So if you didn't you'd better ask her though
Pimp and G quick to kick down your
I'ma say it again like I said it
When them Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty drop)
hit the floe