Luyện nghe bài hát Beatem To Da Floor

[DJ
So this is what I'm a do man, you what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know I'm sayin'
From the bay by the be -ball piece, when you see this
You what I'm sayin', I want y'all to whoop his bitch ass
Man you know what I'm sayin, beat his motha ass
To the ground like a man fuck this bitch ass

J]
See how ass kickin' get down, your boys get
(Beat down!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
mothers get
(Beat down!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
And any that try to clown we leavin' em on the ground
'cause we a hole, until his ass throw up, and after that
Them signs is thrown up, I'm answer to the right
I'm answer to the left, we your chain and check
pockets 'till nothin' left

[Crunchy
I'm a this nigga though, treat 'em like a hoe
Ask these lil' bitches the fuck they hittin' for
Crunchy ain't a hoe, and can't go, and
Crunchy ain't a nigga that you want to fuck low
If you know, then nigga you can know, then meet me
Down foo in the middle of the floor, I'ma it down slow
And fill you up dro, and smoke a little that 'till I
Can't no more

I'm gon' whoop this
I'm whoop this nigga
I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm mob this boy
I'm gon' the fuckin killers do a job on this boy

We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we beat em to the floor
We gon' em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we beat em to the floor

Infamous]
You don't what just happened
You suffering a fracture
You rebel let me catch you, I'll you belly bastard
You have a bad concussion, tripple six bone rushin'
You all beat up and busted, you have pressed that button
You all bloody and bumy, you for you mommy
And people think its funny, tryin' to out run me
Your eyes are and black and, your clothes are ripped and tackin'
You thought that you could hack it, you have wore that jacket
'cause I wreck it, and west and my weapon, we steppin'
To let the still meet your and, don't play with these killers
They from those parts, the north where niggaz be pullin'
The whole cart, so mista big playa big time playa
You got the shit on why you on my dick
Like a bitch walkin' around like you stone
Hollow tip bullets don't die, nigga they

I'm whoop this nigga
I'm whoop this nigga
I'm gon' it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob boy
I'm gon' call the fuckin do a job on this boy