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 of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the be piece, when you see this nigga
You know what I'm sayin', I want 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!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
brothers get
(Beat down!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
cousins get
(Beat down!)
And any nigga that try to we leavin' em on the ground
'cause we stomp a hole, 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 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
ain't a hoe, and Crunchy can't go, and
Crunchy ain't a nigga that you want to with low
If you didn't know, then nigga you can know, then me
foo in the middle of the floor, I'ma break it down slow
And fill you up with dro, and smoke a little 'till I
Can't smoke no

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

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

Infamous]
You don't know just happened
You suffering a fracture
You rebel let me catch you, beat you belly bastard
You have a bad concussion, from six bone rushin'
You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't have pressed button
You all bloody and bumy, you yellin' for you
And think its funny, quit tryin' to out run me
Your eyes are blue and black and, your clothes are and tackin'
You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn't wore that jacket
'cause I it, smith and west and my weapon, we steppin'
To let the still meet your chest and, don't 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 why you on my dick
Like a walkin' around like you stone high
Hollow tip bullets don't die, they multiply

I'm whoop this 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