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 homie Dru, two, oh dunk(15x)(Uh Oh 2x)(Bring it On, what?)(6x)

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

(Verse 1)
(Baby D)
I;m gonna send it to your
We act a damn clown
Put it for all my niggas reppin' that funky A-Town
It don't where you from shawty do what you do
Rep your let me see ya throw it up 'cause I'm a rep mine too
LA to all the way to the NYC
I'm bout the side but I know its Double O to P
Known for the club pumped up and outta control
And making them come up up outta they clothes
24's I found some dro and we do the damn
Sip Champagne in the VIP is a part of the game
But who's to blame the clubs getting buck ass wild
It's them boys the A throwing bows in the crowd
Keep talking loud and 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 don't know by now about to go down

(Chorus)

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

It aint down
bitch we blowin up the
chasin
Leavin them blazin
hell can save em
God can em
Had to em
Don't throw evermo
rapin
D-R-U is scared of
say?
Absoultly nothing
them down I'm captivatin'
Living life it has to go down
around to push and the pound
Any mo?
the dro
Wallet with money is shakin' with
Kickin dough
makin sho
I am down to get loot
Except my

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

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
(Bonecrusher)
So saying you want to get physical
So catch enough this bitch boy I'm sick of you
boy, I'm down for the tussel
Show you what's up under fat, it's the muscle
Mr.
We're to your jaw
I'm ya
So the f**k it is tight
yeah I aint never scared
If you rather hand
Where the niggas fled
Where my man?
I give the command
Leave his in his shoes
Where the f**k stands
Run through
From the ???? to the
We be doin'
We leave them all stanky
manure ya'll
Yo it's to me
Like a mother want it
You know what I
I'm straight from the
Headin to
So you best f**king smarten up or I'll you what I got

(Chorus 2x)