Luyện nghe bài hát It's Goin' Down

Yeah yeah one time (Uh Oh) your right D be checking in
by (Uh Oh)
With my home boy, 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 down in this bitch tonight, nigga
It's down in this bitch tonight, tell
(He ain't saying 8x)(What these niggas 8x)(What)

(Verse 1)
(Baby D)
I;m gonna it to your city
We gonna act a damn
Put it down for all my niggas reppin' that funky
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 bout the side but I know its Double O to P
Known for getting the club pumped up and control
And making them girls come up up 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 when the clubs getting ass wild
them boys from the A throwing bows in the crowd
Keep 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 ass stomped to the ground
If you don't know by now it's about to go

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
(Dru)
I believe it we keep on ryhmin
Don't make me go out in
when we just resort to violence
Talkin just can't just those problems
in the club
We pushin those
to be drinkin
What is yall

It aint goin
bitch we blowin up the
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
nothing partner
Pullin' down I'm captivatin'
this life it has to go down
Ridin' to push and the pound
Any mo?
the dro
Wallet with money is shakin' with
Kickin dough
makin sho
I am getting down to get
Except my

Messin with family I do ya
I aint got no to lie
Now its of the season when I see you we ride
We gonna even reply
Shawty, we em fly
We em up
And em know it's goin' 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
boy, I'm down for the tussel
Show you what's up this 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 rather hand
Where the f**k niggas
Where my soldiers
When I the command
Leave his in his shoes
Where the nigga stands
Run through
From the ???? to the
We be yall
We leave them all stanky
Horse manure
Yo it's to me
Like a mother f**kers it
You what I mean
I'm straight from the
Headin to
So you best smarten up or I'll show you what I got

(Chorus 2x)