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 what I'm sayin'
the bay by the be -ball piece, when you see this nigga
You know what I'm sayin', I want y'all to his bitch ass
Man you what I'm sayin, beat 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!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
mothers get
(Beat down!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
And any nigga that try to clown we leavin' em on the
'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 'till nothin' left

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

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

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
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

[Lord
You don't know just happened
You from a fracture
You rebel let me you, I'll beat you belly bastard
You have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone
You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't have that button
You all bloody and bumy, you yellin' for you
And people think its funny, tryin' to out run me
Your eyes are blue and black and, your are ripped and tackin'
You thought that you could hack it, you have wore that jacket
'cause I wreck it, 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 where niggaz be pullin'
The cart, so mista big playa mista big time playa
You got the on lock why you on my dick
a bitch walkin' around like you stone high
Hollow tip bullets don't die, they multiply

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