Luyện nghe bài hát Beatem To Da Floor

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

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

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

I'm gon' whoop this
I'm gon' this nigga
I'm gon' it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
I'm gon' rob boy, I'm gon' mob this boy
I'm gon' call the fuckin killers do a job on 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' em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor
We gon' beat em to the floor, we beat em to the floor

[Lord
You know what just happened
You suffering from a
You rebel let me catch you, I'll beat you belly
You have a bad concussion, from tripple six rushin'
You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't have pressed button
You all bloody and bumy, you for you mommy
And people its funny, quit 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 shouldn't have wore jacket
'cause I wreck it, smith and and my weapon, we steppin'
To let the still meet chest and, don't play with these killers
They come from those parts, the north niggaz be pullin'
The cart, so mista big playa mista big time playa
You got the on lock why you on my dick
Like a bitch walkin' around like you high
Hollow tip bullets don't die, nigga multiply

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