Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

Oww!
Get on
Get on
Get on

it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get lose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the
Hardcore that make ya wanna pump a chump
My posse's thick so I will get jumped

The Slayer a beast the east I'm psycho
If I had a glove, I would be Bad as
Some say yo I sound
Pack wit the rap wit the Power like Snap

A.K.A. the Mic
A rap star wit the style, black as tar
Smokin' the E's no jokin', so trip or flip
And make a hit, so it

Some feel the way I do when I get wreck
No steppin', I kick back like a weapon
On the microphone, I
And groovy, a California quake move me

Get on down, get on
Get on down, get on
going down
It's down

No lights, no but lots of action
No moonwalkin' backwards, kid, Michael Jackson
Strictly funk flows and steel toed Timb boots to
to state, stage to stage, as I clock loot

Black Asiatic, fanatic, automatic
Black nine mil is what I pack so kill the
quench the sound of thumps underground
Ya stupid boy, no here, you catch a beat down

The Squad still in effect, no record
Ya stupid boy, the track, still bullshittin'
wit the rap pack, still grabbin' my bozack
Here's a ticket kid to ride the Jim like

Got mad skills, hi-tech, known to snap necks
From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth
But now I'm Swayze, ghost, the rap
Who rip shows coast to coast

Get on down, get on
Get on down, get on
It's going
It's down

Yeah, back to the picture, the
It's me Sermon, my M-16
Just in case, ya know, a broke out
I can just chill, out the smoke out

One, no grill, no charcoal, no
Act like Bo Jackson, Nike, and Do It
If there's a problem, the Hit Squad rolls mad
So I can my head and get some sleep

While the E-Double, takes a nap, no to slack
It's my turn to guard the fort, for combat
Guns and violence, that we promote
Just takin' what's ours kid, chill or smell the gun

As I pull out, like Mr. Charmin
Destroyin' posses of demo tapes like Agent
So chill kid and act you know
Peace from the M.D. A.K.A. slow

It's going
going down
It's down
It's down
Get on