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'
the bay by the be -ball piece, when you see this nigga
You know what I'm sayin', I y'all to whoop his bitch ass
Man you know I'm sayin, beat his motha fuckin ass
To the like 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 try to clown we leavin' em on the ground
'cause we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up, and that
signs is gettin' thrown up, I'm answer to the right
I'm answer to the left, we snatchin' your and check
Your pockets nothin' left

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

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

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

Infamous]
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 bone
You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't pressed that button
You all and bumy, you yellin' for you mommy
And people think its funny, quit 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 wore that jacket
'cause I wreck it, smith and and my weapon, we steppin'
To let the meet your chest and, don't play with these killers
They from those parts, the north where niggaz be pullin'
The cart, so mista big playa mista big time playa
You got the shit on lock why you on my
Like a bitch walkin' around you stone high
Hollow tip bullets don't die, they multiply

I'm gon' this nigga
I'm gon' whoop nigga
I'm take 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