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 so I will never get jumped

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

A.K.A. the Mic
A rap star wit the style, black as tar
Smokin' the E's no jokin', so don't trip or
And make a hit, so it

Some ain't feel the way I do 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
It's going
It's going

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, to the picture, the scene
me Erick Sermon, my M-16
Just in case, ya know, a broke out
I can chill, pull out the smoke out

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

While the E-Double, takes a nap, no time to
It's my turn to guard the fort, ready for
Guns and violence, that we don't
Just takin' what's ours kid, chill or smell the gun

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

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