Luyện nghe bài hát It's Goin' Down

Yeah yeah one time (Uh Oh) right 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 down in this bitch tonight, nigga
It's going down in bitch tonight, biatch
It's going down in bitch tonight, nigga
It's down in this bitch tonight, tell
(He ain't saying nothing 8x)(What these 8x)(What)

(Verse 1)
(Baby D)
I;m gonna it to your city
We gonna act a clown
Put it down for all my niggas reppin' that A-Town
It don't matter where you shawty do what you do
Rep your city let me see ya throw it up 'cause I'm a rep too
LA to all the way to the NYC
I'm talking bout the but I know its Double O to P
Known for the club pumped up and outta control
And making them come up up outta they clothes
I found 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 getting buck ass wild
It's them boys from the A throwing in the crowd
Keep talking loud and watch it man, I'll 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 about to go down

(Chorus)

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

It aint down
bitch we blowin up the
chasin
Leavin trails blazin
Only hell can em
God can em
Had to em
Don't parky evermo
rapin
D-R-U is of payton
say?
Absoultly nothing
them down I'm captivatin'
Living this it has to go down
Ridin' around to push and the
Any mo?
the dro
Wallet with is shakin' with dough
Kickin dough
Just sho
I am down to get loot
my struggles

Messin with family I do ya
I got no reason to lie
Now its head of the season when I see you we
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 this 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
the f**k niggas fled
Where my soldiers
When I the command
Leave his body in his
Where the f**k nigga
Run yall
From the ???? to the
We be doin'
We leave them all like
manure ya'll
Yo personal to me
Like a mother f**kers it
You what I mean
I'm from the field
to swats
So you best f**king smarten up or I'll you what I got

(Chorus 2x)