Luyện nghe bài hát Beatem To Da Floor

[DJ
So this is what I'm a do man, you know I'm sayin'
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 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 how ass kickin' get down, your boys get
(Beat down!)
bitches get
(Beat down!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
And any nigga that try to we leavin' em on the ground
we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up, and after that
Them is gettin' thrown up, I'm answer to the right
I'm to the left, we snatchin' your chain and check
Your 'till nothin' left

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

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

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

Infamous]
You don't know what just
You from a fracture
You rebel let me catch you, beat you belly 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 yellin' for you
And think its funny, quit tryin' to out run me
Your are blue and black and, your clothes are ripped and tackin'
You thought that you hack it, you shouldn't have wore that jacket
'cause I wreck it, smith and and my weapon, we steppin'
To let the still meet your chest and, don't play these killers
They come from those parts, the where niggaz be pullin'
The whole cart, so mista big playa mista big playa
You got the shit on why you on my dick
Like a bitch walkin' around like you stone
tip bullets don't die, nigga they multiply

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