Luyện nghe bài hát It's About to Go Down

If you in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing
(And love)
Say it's about to go

You got money in city
(Money in city)
And the mamas looking
(Mamas pretty)
If you what I'm feeling
(Feeling I'm feeling)
Say it's to go down

As I slide down on dubs, around on concrete
G, oh, he and I stays on feet
Heat with clips, ready to bust shots
Glocks, full of leaving the situation hot

Plot all day boss hogging for
Street game all in your face watch the cushion
weighter, I'm the champ, Mr. Three-Two
Really though big baby and it's

Wreck a with Mo-Yo, I'm boy hard
Boys, to got to war black them out like tar
Swangers on my guard in a old
I'm a goddamn fool, to busting with the two

braided player made it, deuce out the roof
Rest in peace to my old and in these running loose
Ain't no use, trying to stop it come and pop it
Loco, big dozer and we still sloppy

If you in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing
(And love)
Say about to go down

You got money in your
(Money in city)
And the mamas looking
(Mamas pretty)
If you feeling what I'm
(Feeling I'm feeling)
Say about to go down

me Gucci coat, slicing a bad bitch
Watch her get a face-lift
Gear shift, we performing up in the
Suicide doors, dubs and twin

All bitches on the fam heads turning
Watch us be the star traction and a harder
than Sprite, plus my neck and wrist are cold
Ice cubes in my watch and the piece is froze

These hoes, all on a dick 'cause I'm young, fly and rich
a bad bitch, doja lit, I ain't worried about the laws
Hoes whisper to each girl, I think he played ball
No bitch, I'm a rapper out the hood

And I'm wrestling with the wood, up feeling good
Little engine could, beat the block for it's stock
Turn around and game for a political job
R.I.P. to Pab aka Mr.

If you peeping the south we about to blow you fin to see
Gucci boots on her feet, Gucci boots on my
I'ma pay a lot tonight, shine and a seat

If you in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing
(And love)
Say about to go down

You got money in city
(Money in city)
And the mamas looking
(Mamas pretty)
If you what I'm feeling
(Feeling I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go

I hit the scene, I'm crispy clean
I got a box of dough nuts from Crispy
Everybody looking at me Flip you the shit
Hell I'm the shit, look at my wrists

I up a philly, roll up a philly
to the town and watch Third Ward Billy
Knock a nigga out while up a drank
Got my mind on the bank, in the jail I use a

I sip that, flip that, grain grip that
Go to the Papa yeah I'm gone tip that
Lil' Flip I'm a million dollar star
Blue, black or red touch my car, uh

If you in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on
(Rolling on dubs)
You tripping, showing love
(And love)
Say it's about to go

You got in your city
(Money in city)
And the looking pretty
(Mamas pretty)
If you feeling I'm feeling
(Feeling I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go

I'm shook up, I'm throwed
Gucci to match the Gucci soles
hoes and hop out the SL
I'm up and sliding on Sprewell

We sell, you need
Riding through Pardon Davis and some falling TV's
Moe and me, we have a lot
Looking for some head in a little shop

On top, on wrist it's going down
H-Town, South Side, third ward
Pulled up acting and class so they'll
The south on shine 'cause we ain't no more

If you in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing
(And love)
Say it's to go down

You got money in your
(Money in city)
And the mamas pretty
(Mamas pretty)
If you what I'm feeling
(Feeling I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go