Luyện nghe bài hát It's Goin' Down

Yeah yeah one time (Uh Oh) your right Baby D be 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)
It's going down in bitch tonight, nigga
going down in this bitch tonight, biatch
It's down in this bitch tonight, nigga
It's going down in this tonight, tell
(He saying nothing 8x)(What these niggas 8x)(What)

(Verse 1)
(Baby D)
I;m gonna send it to city
We act a damn clown
Put it down for all my niggas reppin' that funky
It matter where you from shawty do what you do
Rep your city let me see ya throw it up 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
for getting the club 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 just a part of the
But to blame when the clubs getting buck ass wild
It's them boys from the A bows in the crowd
talking loud 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 your ass stomped to the
If you know by now it's about to go down

(Chorus)

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

It goin down
bitch we blowin up the
chasin
Leavin trails blazin
Only can save em
God can em
Had to em
Don't throw evermo
Holiday
D-R-U is of payton
Whatcha
Absoultly partner
Pullin' them I'm captivatin'
Living this it has to go down
Ridin' around to push and the
Any mo?
the dro
Wallet with money is shakin' with
Kickin dough
makin sho
I am getting down to get
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 ain't gonna reply
Shawty, we em fly
We em up
And lettin' em know it's down tonight

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
(Bonecrusher)
So you're saying you to get physical
So catch enough from bitch boy I'm sick of you
Bitch boy, I'm for the tussel
Show you what's up under this fat, it's the
Mr.
right to your jaw
I'm ya
So what the it is tight
Nigga I aint never scared
If you your hand
the f**k niggas fled
Where my soldiers
I give the command
Leave his body in his
Where the f**k stands
Run through
From the to the Squad
We be yall
We leave them all stanky
manure ya'll
Yo personal to me
a mother f**kers want it
You know what I
I'm from the field
to swats
So you f**king smarten up or I'll show you what I got

(Chorus 2x)