Luyện nghe bài hát Beatem To Da Floor

[DJ
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the be -ball piece, 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 a motherfucker man fuck this bitch ass

J]
See this how ass 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 try to clown we leavin' em on the ground
we stomp a hole, until 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 your chain and check
Your 'till nothin' left

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

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 call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy

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

Infamous]
You don't what just happened
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 shouldn't have pressed button
You all and bumy, you yellin' 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 it, smith and west and my weapon, we steppin'
To let the still meet your and, don't play with these killers
They come those parts, the north 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 bitch walkin' around like you high
Hollow tip bullets don't die, nigga they

I'm gon' whoop this
I'm gon' whoop nigga
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