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 of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the be -ball piece, when you see this
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 like a motherfucker man fuck this ass

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

[Crunchy
I'm a this nigga though, treat 'em like 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 want to fuck low
If you know, then nigga you can know, then meet me
Down foo in the of the floor, I'ma break it down slow
And fill you up dro, and smoke a little that 'till I
smoke no more

I'm gon' this nigga
I'm gon' this nigga
I'm gon' take it outside 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 gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the
We gon' em to the floor, we gon' 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

Infamous]
You don't know what happened
You suffering from a
You rebel let me catch you, I'll beat you belly
You have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone
You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't have pressed that
You all bloody and bumy, you yellin' for you
And people think its funny, quit to out run me
Your eyes are blue and black and, your clothes are ripped and
You thought that you could 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 chest and, 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 on lock why you on my dick
Like a bitch walkin' like you stone high
Hollow tip bullets die, nigga they multiply

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