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 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 man fuck this bitch ass

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

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

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 mob this boy
I'm gon' call the fuckin killers do a job on boy

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

[Lord
You don't what just happened
You suffering a fracture
You rebel let me you, I'll beat you belly bastard
You have a bad concussion, tripple six bone rushin'
You all beat up and busted, you have pressed that 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 and, your clothes are ripped and tackin'
You thought that you 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 chest and, don't play these killers
They come from those parts, the north where niggaz be
The whole cart, so big playa mista big time playa
You got the on lock why you on my dick
Like a bitch walkin' around you stone high
tip bullets don't die, nigga they multiply

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