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

(Verse 1)
(Baby D)
I;m send it to your city
We gonna act a clown
Put it down for all my niggas reppin' funky A-Town
It matter 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 talking bout the but I know its Double O to P
Known for getting the club pumped up and control
And making them girls come up up outta they
24's I found dro and we do the damn thing
Sip Champagne in the VIP is just a part of the
But who's to when 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 bound to get stuck
You better duck, or get your ass to the ground
If you don't know by now it's about to go

(Chorus)

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

It goin down
bitch we up the nation
chasin
Leavin them blazin
Only can save em
God can em
Had to em
Don't throw parky
rapin
D-R-U is of payton
Whatcha
Absoultly partner
them down I'm captivatin'
Living this life it has to go
Ridin' around to and the pound
Any mo?
the dro
Wallet with money is shakin' dough
them dough
Just sho
I am down to get loot
my struggles

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

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
(Bonecrusher)
So saying you want to get physical
So catch enough from this 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 your hand
Where the f**k niggas
Where my man?
When I give the
Leave his in his shoes
Where the f**k stands
Run yall
the ???? to the Squad
We be doin'
We leave them all like
Horse ya'll
Yo personal to me
a mother f**kers want it
You what I mean
I'm straight from the
Headin to
So you best f**king up or I'll show you what I got

(Chorus 2x)