Luyện nghe bài hát Beatem To Da Floor

[DJ
So is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you what 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 fuckin ass
To the ground like a motherfucker man fuck bitch ass

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

[Crunchy
I'm a crunk this though, treat 'em like a hoe
Ask lil' bitches what the fuck they hittin' for
Crunchy ain't a hoe, and Crunchy go, and
Crunchy ain't a nigga that you want to fuck low
If you didn't know, then nigga you can know, then 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' 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 call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy

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

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

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