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 know what I'm
From the bay by the be -ball piece, you see this nigga
You know what I'm sayin', I want y'all to whoop his ass
Man you know what I'm sayin, 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 em on the ground
'cause we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up, and after
signs is gettin' thrown up, I'm answer to the right
I'm answer to the left, we snatchin' your and check
Your pockets 'till nothin'

[Crunchy
I'm a this nigga though, treat 'em like a hoe
Ask these lil' bitches what the fuck they for
Crunchy ain't a hoe, and 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, meet me
Down foo in the middle of the floor, I'ma break it down
And fill you up dro, and smoke a little that 'till I
Can't smoke no

I'm whoop this nigga
I'm gon' whoop nigga
I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) the trigger
I'm gon' rob boy, I'm gon' mob this boy
I'm gon' call the killers 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 gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' em to the floor

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

I'm whoop this nigga
I'm gon' whoop this
I'm take it outside click click (Boom!) with 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