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 down in this bitch tonight, nigga
It's down in this bitch tonight, biatch
It's down in this bitch tonight, nigga
It's going in this bitch tonight, tell
(He saying nothing 8x)(What these niggas 8x)(What)

(Verse 1)
(Baby D)
I;m gonna it to your city
We act a damn clown
Put it for all my niggas reppin' that funky A-Town
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 talking bout the side but I know its O to P
Known for getting the club pumped up and 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 part of the
But who's to blame when the clubs buck ass wild
It's them boys from the A throwing in the crowd
Keep talking and watch it man, I'll shut you up
Cause I'm the butta-sudder but your to get stuck
You better duck, or get ass stomped to the ground
If you don't know by now it's to go down

(Chorus)

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

It goin down
we blowin up the nation
Paper
Leavin trails blazin
Only can save em
God can em
Had to em
Don't throw parky
Holiday
D-R-U is scared of
say?
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' dough
Kickin them
Just sho
I am getting to get loot
my struggles

Messin with family I 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 it's goin' down

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
(Bonecrusher)
So you're saying you to get physical
So catch from this bitch boy I'm sick of you
Bitch boy, I'm down for the
Show you up under this fat, it's the muscle
Mr.
We're right to jaw
I'm ya
So what the it is tight
Nigga yeah I aint scared
If you rather your
Where the f**k fled
my soldiers man?
When I give the
his body in his shoes
Where the nigga stands
Run yall
From the ???? to the
We be doin'
We them all stanky like
Horse manure
Yo personal to me
a mother f**kers want it
You know what I
I'm from the field
Headin to
So you best f**king up or I'll show you what I got

(Chorus 2x)