Luyện nghe bài hát Stomp

Was this in trees
are the things
They held me
Seein' things
Me and DJ
We got the off
We stee

We gon' play socidal to go slappin' through thy
creepin' up slow
It was a
Read a hoe
Some sippin' on the
Who gon' want to cross my fules,
Not only was you
Need nigga drivin'

I the car
Said, Do you to buck 'em?
Rough
Shirt, I you're hurt
Take the bridge
a bag with them slugs
Sentence see your son
Devils in Chris

It's the coulda me Z's
Koopsta got 'em
Make me
See what you get for talkin' shit
I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up
Springer biatch

Come, come who the
They some
Niggas to jump, jump
make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' ya bump, bump
Off a fakin', goin' to a richin'
turn to shaken

Mafioso by
And he will act a
he don't give a damn
If fuckin' red or blue boy
buy the wet slide
Goin' on this best
Infamous done with tight
When me gotta get

You know I want
But do gets it
on this bitch
Like some new used
Astronomical 6
Writes space on top of
Comin' to rip up the
We the fool, so act a fool boy

Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker,
(Lay at, move his ass to the pump)
motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, his ass down to the pump)
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker,
(Lay at, his ass down to the pump)
Stomp motherfucker, motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, his ass down to the pump)

How long gon' go
In the
When niggas drunk
And smoke on new ports
on my streets
Wit all only
I used to
And throw down

I a mix
With real deep
The noise I had to be slangin'
DJ in this shit try to make shit
Tone be speakers that stack they
Studio 9 was the to be
Where all jocks tryin' to get
The get on the tape

Bein' a
tryin' I'm not goin' to quit
The club was packed from to wall
The gangsta walk is we call
When are buckin'
I'm still gonna
The third a
look if all

We took the
And show no
throw in our face
And refunds
They might fight
on the night
'Cause Memphis playas don't a fuck
Security

We smack the for throwin' us out
For smokin' a blunt, the number on
It cam on
And now it's time to stomp
Juicy's in the motherfuckin'
It's the yo
Motherfuckin' stand
It's they fuckin'

On fuckin' ass
We fuckin' brag
Cause we up
Robbers on my ass, I blast
they runnin' up
Maybe it's my
No turn to yo
With the

Saw your
Boy I call that kick
I those
Bitches in my
And now we to my hood
Don't the left they die yet
But he wishin' he
in the mood

For this shit
But these niggas had to
That boy stupid
I sit, I leave these for a permanent sleep
And now we out the
We get em' up
6 and Prophet Posse
Ya'll we make em' stomp

motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass to the pump)
motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, his ass down to the pump)
Stomp motherfucker, motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, move his ass to the pump)
motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
(Lay at, his ass down to the pump)