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 what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the be -ball piece, when you see this
You know what I'm sayin', I y'all to whoop his bitch ass
Man you know what I'm sayin, beat his motha ass
To the ground like a motherfucker man fuck bitch ass

J]
See this how ass get down, your boys get
(Beat down!)
bitches get
(Beat down!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
Your get
(Beat down!)
cousins get
(Beat down!)
And any nigga that try to clown we em on the ground
we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up, and after that
Them is gettin' thrown up, I'm answer 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 can't go, and
Crunchy ain't a nigga you want to fuck with low
If you didn't know, then you can know, then meet me
Down foo in the middle of the floor, I'ma it down slow
And fill you up dro, and smoke a little that 'till I
Can't no more

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

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

[Lord
You don't what just happened
You from a fracture
You let me catch 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 pressed that button
You all bloody and bumy, you yellin' for you
And people think its funny, quit to out run me
eyes are blue and black and, your clothes are ripped and tackin'
You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn't have that jacket
'cause I wreck it, smith and and my weapon, we steppin'
To let the still meet your chest and, don't with these killers
They come from parts, the north where niggaz be pullin'
The cart, so mista big playa mista big time playa
You got the shit on lock why you on my
Like a bitch around like you stone high
tip bullets don't die, nigga they multiply

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