Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Floe

[Big
I that y'all feel me now
Since we dropped Versatile
y'all ain't seen my clique in a while
We in the hood coming up with style
Everybody cause we home now
Look at here boy, better gone now
It used to be black but it's now
If it's cocked then 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 little south, so on now
Do you gotta when you broke man
If you get a verse, get the whole
How we get here, see we man
Rollin in a 'Lac on chrome thangs, whoa man
We leavin 'em blowed, we 'em throwed
We rollin' for
We got the wood smellin cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm them blowed
I'm dropping straight just to put them in
been
The cheapest pimp you ever seen before
I know you love it when I D's and vogues
I know the junkie love it when I cook and o's
I'm a freak so you know I pleasing woes
I love wood so you know I Optimos
We had to Gump locked when we dropped On Them
And the south don't till my head explode
Gotta it cold till my pockets swolle
So if you don't know you'd better ask her
Big pimp quick to kick down your
I'ma say it again, I said it before

(4X)
When them Dirty Boys
Better hit the floe the floe (3X)]
we is boy, here we is boy

[Mr. G
OK now
Now who be dropping them
They you crunk by making you jump
Off of word that I spit out
You know them from the slum
They big pumps and ready to bomb
Off that's in our way now
the heat, you stacking the cheese
Ready to freak, each and every one of you
Who running the Gump, man y'all know
Dirty Boys, they got a style so cold
Continue to blow that killa smoke through my
Emptying clips and busting holes through our
Who that out there trying to steal our flow
After this time, I bet you no more
We left for a while, but now we back on your
Locking it down because we up shop
You open mouth and boy you bound to get popped
We licking up shots because we leaving cocked
And thug that I run with G's
out keeping freak tricks on they knees
Gotta sack of green wood so we it trees
Plus a of Thunderbird that's swerving me
Now what y'all bout Mr. G
Much love to them thugs run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies
Pop slugs, blood, make them fakers flea
I know a lot of y'all out envy me
all right, we knock em off easily
Seems to be that you would be more
With your own
Plus a skeeting up stone
But let it
it ain't nothing you can do
Dirty Boys coming back and we the true
And the of y'all know when you showed the show
Deuce, triple O, we make em hit the

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