Luyện nghe bài hát It's Goin Down

(chorus)
It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's down baby,
It's down,
goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's down

I be that nigga bringing fat funk perspectives
Rappers couldn't see me, they hide it fucking
Check when I flex this, put it on point
That nigga skillz droping in your local due joint
Im still paying and saying cruise
Still geting up at asses
Like that brothers underudce
Shoes haotatin' in ya air, it ain't news I stay on
Like kariges
At partys I retaits and make wanna fight
So when they play some reggae keep happerseein' to the
Rigth outta my you and ya hoddie bitch
thous of body, whitin no infron of me
V.a shit, you best be believe it
If I'm up and commin, all ya niggaz is and leavin'
Hit me with a tound I come to ya town
you see my face, you know it's about to go down

(chorus)
It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's down baby,
goin down,
It's goin baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's down

Now if I told one time. I told you before
You toutch one kid, who got two billons styles
Mean wild, when it comes to I be cheeting
Im destend to new ways so ill mc's
And I'm real this, I come of like a scat
It's the dread checking for repesenting north add
pack tacs, I pack technics
Lyricol contact, now I'm on the streetz
aient, niggaz be trying
But standing to me kin but so in lyricele dyin
I wrote the rhyme n' the next rappers back
So you run up in my face, foe, remember that
And in the art n' main tain
A rapper speaking for real like ban-jis when swinging
Not yo bond mc's, aim to ever round
And off like four pound
Now how they go down

(chourus)
It's goin down baby, it's goin baby, it's goin down baby,
It's down,
goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's down,
It's goin down baby, goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's down,
It's goin baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's goin

Yo, my sex and be mic checking and mc
You can buck me I contry
I never I wreck it (true)
So wack mc's chill with
Cause the minist that I
Can probably n' your entistnts
I make to stort
be getting court
I swear all mc's be my fucking thoughts
It's on when I hit the metchinon, beat at your show
Na, nigga I boo be your microphone
Droping rappers and hole, hell and head n',
Pull n' of smore
Like pam grier, seveny
You work a verse, pass it
When I come in niggaz start win like din jackins
Thinking they asking, lyricle backs
My shit is hot, my come,
Shouldn't be fucking wacks
(you repesent nigga)
Nigga hide that
your battle stats, cause it's about to go down

(chorus)
It's goin baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's down,
goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's down,
It's down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
goin down,
It's goin down baby, it's down baby, it's goin down baby,
goin down