Hayloft
A hayloft is a space above a barn, stable or cow-shed, traditionally used for storage of hay or other fodder for the animals below. Haylofts were used mainly before the widespread use of very large hay bales, which allow simpler handling of bulk hay.
The hayloft was filled with loose hay from the top of a wagon thrown up through a large door, usually some 3 metres (10 ft) or more above the ground, often in the gable end of the building. Some haylofts had slots or holes (sometimes with hatches), each above a hay-rack or manger in the animal housing below. The hay could easily be dropped through the holes to feed the animals.
The other method of using a hayloft is to create small bundles of hay (1-4 cubic feet), then hoist it up using a block and takle 9in this case a Hay elevator to the room. This allowed for more efficiency when moving hay around.
The difference between a hayloft and a mow is significant. A mow is exposed to the weather, only elevated on a small platform off the ground. This was often used for drying hay. A hayloft is used for more permanent storage of hay. It is sheltered from the weather and where a modern day atic would be.
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Hola' Hovito
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Ah ch-ch ah, ch-ah, ah uh-uh
It's that hop I'm talkin bout right here Timbo!
I can't be stopped when it hop like this family, uhh!
(Uno, dos, tres, cuatro!)
They say hola' hovito
That's what they sayin when I roll up with my people
My music bangin like - them vatos locos got rap in a chokehold
And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland
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All I wanna, do is, stroke ya all crazy
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Mami keep comin back cause mami came vicious
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Once you turn your neck for a sec your dame's missin
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Got that rap patrol behind yo, get to runnin
I'm unstoppable Hov', untoppable flows
I'm the compadre, the Sinatra of my day
Ol' Blue Eyes my nigga, I did it my way
If y'all not rollin with Hov' then hit the highway
(Hola' hovito!) Yeah, yeah (Hola' hovito!)
Yeah that's what they sayin when that music get to bangin
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(Hola' hovito! Hola' hovito!)
Yeah that's what they sayin when that music get to bangin
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Oh, push perrico if I need to for the rule of evil
Was born in the belly that's the way the streets breed you
One life to live - notice you get no sequel
So I truly got to live this like my last movie
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I ball for real, y'all niggaz is Sam Bouie
And with the third pick - I made the earth sick
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Every crime nigga that rhyme or touch a mic because my mind's quicker
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Yeah you shinin but the only thing you're leavin out
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better run to the post office and get a job muh'fuckers
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eatin thus far sub-par muh'fuckers
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all rolled in one - cause none got more flows than Young
Plus got more flows to come
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