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 each of you niggaz, you know what I'm
the bay by the be -ball piece, when you see this nigga
You know what I'm sayin', I want to whoop his bitch ass
Man you know what I'm sayin, beat his motha ass
To the ground like a man fuck this bitch ass

J]
See this how ass get down, your boys get
(Beat down!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
Your 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 up, and after that
Them signs is gettin' up, I'm answer to the right
I'm answer to the left, we your chain and check
Your 'till nothin' left

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

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

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

[Lord
You know what just happened
You suffering from a
You rebel let me you, I'll beat you belly bastard
You have a bad concussion, from tripple six rushin'
You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't pressed that button
You all bloody and bumy, you for you mommy
And think its funny, quit tryin' to out run me
Your eyes are blue and and, your clothes are ripped and tackin'
You thought that you hack it, you shouldn't have wore that jacket
'cause I wreck it, and west and my weapon, we steppin'
To let the still meet your 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 why you on my dick
Like a bitch walkin' around like you high
Hollow tip bullets don't die, nigga multiply

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