Luyện nghe bài hát It's Goin' Down

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

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

(Verse 1)
(Baby D)
I;m send it to your city
We gonna act a damn
Put it for all my niggas reppin' that funky A-Town
It don't matter where you from shawty do you do
Rep your city let me see ya it up 'cause I'm a rep mine too
LA to all the way to the NYC
I'm talking bout the side but I its Double O to P
Known for getting the pumped 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 who's to blame the clubs getting buck ass wild
It's boys from the A throwing bows in the crowd
Keep talking and watch it man, I'll shut you up
Cause I'm the butta-sudder but your bound to get
You better duck, or get ass stomped to the ground
If you know by now it's about to go down

(Chorus)

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

It aint down
bitch we blowin up the
Paper
Leavin them blazin
hell can save em
God can em
Had to em
throw parky evermo
Holiday
D-R-U is scared of
say?
Absoultly nothing
Pullin' down I'm captivatin'
Living life it has to go down
around to push and the pound
Any mo?
the dro
Wallet money is shakin' with dough
Kickin them
makin sho
I am getting down to get
my struggles

Messin with family I do ya
I aint got no to lie
Now its head of the season I see you we ride
We gonna even reply
Shawty, we em fly
We em up
And lettin' em it's goin' down tonight

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
(Bonecrusher)
So you're saying you to get physical
So catch from this bitch boy I'm sick of you
boy, I'm down for the tussel
Show you what's up this fat, it's the muscle
Mr.
We're right to jaw
I'm ya
So what the f**k it is
Nigga yeah I aint scared
If you rather hand
Where the niggas fled
Where my man?
When I the command
Leave his in his shoes
Where the f**k nigga
Run through
the ???? to the Squad
We be doin'
We leave them all like
manure ya'll
Yo it's 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 show you what I got

(Chorus 2x)