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 what I'm
From the bay by the be -ball piece, when you see nigga
You know I'm sayin', I want y'all to whoop his bitch ass
Man you know what I'm sayin, beat his fuckin ass
To the ground a motherfucker man fuck this bitch ass

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

Black]
I'm a crunk this though, treat 'em like a hoe
Ask these lil' bitches what the fuck 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 didn't know, then nigga you can know, meet me
Down foo in the of the floor, I'ma break it down slow
And fill you up with dro, and smoke a that 'till I
Can't smoke no

I'm whoop this nigga
I'm gon' whoop this
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' call the fuckin do a job on this boy

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

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

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