Luyện nghe bài hát It's Goin' Down

Yeah yeah one time (Uh Oh) your Baby D be checking in
by (Uh Oh)
With my 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)
going down in this bitch tonight, nigga
It's going in this bitch tonight, biatch
It's going down in this bitch tonight,
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 matter where you 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 the side but I know its Double O to P
Known for getting the club pumped up and outta
And making them girls come up up they clothes
24's I some dro and we do the damn thing
Sip in the VIP is just a part of the game
But who's to blame when the clubs getting buck ass
It's boys from the A throwing bows in the crowd
Keep talking loud and watch it man, shut you up
I'm the butta-sudder but your bound to get stuck
You better duck, or get your ass stomped to the
If you don't know by now it's about to go

(Chorus)

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

It aint down
bitch we blowin up the
chasin
Leavin trails blazin
Only hell can em
God can em
Had to em
Don't throw evermo
rapin
D-R-U is scared of
say?
Absoultly partner
Pullin' down I'm captivatin'
Living this life it has to go
Ridin' to push and the pound
Any mo?
the dro
Wallet with money is with dough
them dough
Just sho
I am getting to get loot
Except my

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

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
(Bonecrusher)
So saying you want to get physical
So catch from this bitch boy I'm sick of you
Bitch boy, I'm for the tussel
you what's up under this fat, it's the muscle
Mr.
We're right to jaw
I'm ya
So the f**k it is tight
Nigga yeah I never scared
If you rather hand
Where the niggas fled
Where my soldiers
When I the command
Leave his body in his
the f**k nigga stands
Run yall
From the ???? to the
We be yall
We leave all stanky like
Horse ya'll
Yo it's to me
Like a f**kers want it
You know what I
I'm straight from the
Headin to
So you best f**king smarten up or show you what I got

(Chorus 2x)