Luyện nghe bài hát It's Goin' Down

Yeah one time (Uh Oh) your right Baby D be checking in
by (Uh Oh)
With my home boy, Bone Crusher(Uh Oh) and a my Dru, two, oh c'mon dunk(15x)(Uh Oh 2x)(Bring it On, what?)(6x)

(Chorus)
going down in this bitch tonight, nigga
It's going in this bitch tonight, biatch
It's going down in this tonight, nigga
It's going down in this tonight, tell
(He ain't saying nothing 8x)(What these 8x)(What)

(Verse 1)
(Baby D)
I;m gonna send it to city
We gonna act a clown
Put it down for all my reppin' that funky A-Town
It don't matter you from shawty do what you do
Rep your city let me see ya throw it up 'cause I'm a rep too
LA to all the way to the NYC
I'm talking bout the but I know its Double O to P
Known for getting the club up and outta control
And making them come up up outta they clothes
24's I found dro and we do the damn thing
Sip Champagne in the VIP is a part of the game
But to blame when the clubs getting buck ass wild
It's boys from the A throwing bows in the crowd
Keep talking loud and watch it man, shut you up
Cause I'm the butta-sudder but your bound to get
You better duck, or get your ass stomped to the
If you know by now it's about to go down

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
(Dru)
I can't believe it we on ryhmin
make me go out in silence
Talking when we just resort to
Talkin just can't just stop those
Back in the
We those bottles
to be drinkin
What is thinking?

It aint down
we blowin up the nation
Paper
Leavin them trails
Only hell can em
God can em
Had to em
Don't parky evermo
rapin
D-R-U is of payton
say?
Absoultly nothing
Pullin' them down I'm
Living life it has to go down
Ridin' around to push and the
Any mo?
the dro
Wallet with is shakin' with dough
Kickin them
makin sho
I am down to get loot
Except my

Messin with family I do ya
I got no reason to lie
Now its head of the season I see you we ride
We ain't gonna even
Shawty, we em fly
We em up
And lettin' em it's goin' down tonight

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
(Bonecrusher)
So you're saying you want to get
So enough from this bitch boy I'm sick of you
Bitch boy, I'm down for the
Show you what's up under this fat, it's the
Mr.
right to your jaw
I'm ya
So the f**k it is tight
Nigga yeah I aint scared
If you rather your
Where the niggas fled
my soldiers man?
When I give the
his body in his shoes
Where the f**k stands
Run through
From the to the Squad
We be yall
We them all stanky like
manure ya'll
Yo personal to me
Like a mother want it
You what I mean
I'm from the field
Headin to
So you best f**king smarten up or I'll you what I got

(Chorus 2x)