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 down in this bitch tonight,
It's going down in bitch tonight, biatch
It's going down in bitch tonight, nigga
It's going down in bitch tonight, tell
(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 damn
Put it down for all my niggas reppin' that funky
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 know its O to P
Known for getting the pumped up and outta control
And them girls come up up outta they clothes
24's I some dro and we do the damn thing
Sip Champagne in the VIP is just a 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 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 stomped to the
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 when we just resort to
just can't just stop those problems
Back in the
We pushin bottles
to be drinkin
What is thinking?

It aint goin
bitch we blowin up the
Paper
Leavin them trails
Only can save em
God can em
Had to em
Don't parky evermo
Holiday
is scared of payton
Whatcha
Absoultly nothing
Pullin' them I'm captivatin'
Living this life it has to go
around to push and the pound
Any mo?
the dro
Wallet with money is shakin' with
them dough
Just sho
I am getting to get loot
Except my

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 know goin' down tonight

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
(Bonecrusher)
So you're saying you to get physical
So catch enough from this bitch boy I'm of you
Bitch boy, I'm for the tussel
Show you what's up under fat, it's the muscle
Mr.
We're to your jaw
I'm ya
So what the f**k it is
Nigga I aint never scared
If you your hand
Where the f**k fled
my soldiers man?
When I give the
Leave his body in his
Where the f**k nigga
Run through
From the to the Squad
We be yall
We leave all stanky like
manure ya'll
Yo it's to me
Like a mother f**kers it
You know what I
I'm straight the field
Headin to
So you best f**king smarten up or I'll you what I got

(Chorus 2x)