Luyện nghe bài hát Down, Down, Down

Had to get it out, yeah,

My name is Quik an' I be movin' like a race car
But I'm top seed, number 1, the pace car
you up on me or you chillin' way far
You can almost immediately that I'm aced off

So listen, muthafucka, why you comin' off
My objective is to catch you off
Get covert an' yo' clique
Crack yo' shit an' yo' bitch

Now, tell me could you
A nigga all up in her beaver her the love fever
For hours at a time before I a breather
An' when she tell me she loves me, I don't her

I rock in stereo or mono, hot like gonorrhea
Burnin' you take a pee uh
So when you see a nigga out with his
Then, baby, play like you don't know me an' we'll keep in a

Because I go deeper than the deep blue
Baby, do you really play the flute on me?
I'll give you a sack an' take it back an' die to get it
Little 'cause I'm fly with it

When we come up we down, down, down
Step in the club, they us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an'
DJ Quik an' AMG with a brand new

When we come up we down, down, down
in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for that be nice brown an' round
DJ Quik an' AMG with a new sound

I told her don't chase it but you can it
In between your to taste it or leave it in the basement
I be the riddler too familiar
Get in the middle of ya an' I diddle ya

Dick ya down 'til it tickles, the booty with no pimples
caress ya back rub ya nipples
Baby, I'm a fiend, get the KY
An' if I'm at a gigolo, baby, say, Hi

Fly like a eagle in a Rover or a Regal
Lookin' for the party
An' when I catch ya baby girl you should feel
We can love but don't forget to fuck me

you got more bounce than Roger Troutman
I don't when it's in or out an'
Soak me, baby, me that good thang
Ain't nothin' wrong with a bang

Suga Free, Mausberg, Quik an' the AM
Definitely how to play 'em
'Cause we went from to Limos to luxuriousies
To models from Milan on they

When we come up we down, down, down
Step in the club, they us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an'
AMG an' Mausberg a brand new sound

When we up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice an' round
AMG an' with a brand new sound

Oh, you know that I'm the bomb, baby?
Well take a of this D I an' you gon' be feelin' flizie
'Cause I Mausberg, the superior
through the club, pound, pound, so ya fearin' us

But don't trip we keep the right
Baby, buy me some Remy an' if yo' daddy trippin'
him beep me 'cause I be's Black an' Tone
An' up on my toes, G'd up in alligate's an' steel toes

Can I get a pound? Pound, pound
If Free the flyest who am I? You the
Look into my an' tell me what do you see?
Oh, you my entourage DJ Quik an' AMG

Well, get yo' groove on 'cause I hatin' on the homies
When that 9 5th you an' yo' sister gon' be on me
All I wanna do is slide up in an' slide out
you in yo' face an' stick it dead in yo' mouth

You I'm bullshittin'? Well, meet me after my show
Bring yo' lips to that all white Limo
So we can ride, slide, dip an' glide,
An' do our 'cause my whole clique fly

we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound,
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an'
Mausberg an' Suga with a brand new sound

When we come up we gettin' down, down,
in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an'
Mausberg an' Suga with a brand new sound

It feel good don't it? It no good if it ain't good enough
To put the good on it
Peep how I up bitch jump in the air
Stay there I tell you come down
An' you do, you shut the fuck up

She'll sell a nice dream, but bitch have better luck
to find 2 Pac than me buyin' you somethin'
Off the ice cream truck, Oxygen, you leave 'lone, leave me
Before I lock you in that bitty box again

let up y'all just keep her soakin' wet up
Playa, an' tell her when she need to shut up
Don't up, naw, nigga
You better, you better up

Throw ya head back, back, back, back, lean it to the
Hey playas, tell 'em we fly, catastrophe
Bitch, rather slide a slide of razor blades
Into a pool of pimp piss, but hoe had the audacity

To ask me for a dollar even though all I had left
These greedy lyin' ass fifty cents yo' ass to death

When we up we gettin' down, down, down
in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be brown an' round
An' we come to hit the with a brand new sound

When we come up we down, down, down
Step in the club, they us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' be nice brown an' round
An' we come to hit the world with a new sound