Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

Sit back, close eyes
Peep back, got you open
let you get a taste of me
It's down in mystery
Sit back, your eyes
Peep back, got you wide
I'll let you get a of me
It's going down in

it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab
I hit the scene, lift you on my
And send you through my plains
Mind-train shiftin through your
Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted

And I'm the head honcho, golden tonsils
Inventin new styles all the time pronto
Four by four, runnin over suckers like a
Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but wrong though

We walking up and up the game and sparking up the flame
You're not gone' be the same our flow reach your brain
It's 'bout to

Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky
Sparking us, talking your prowess but we're not impressed

Checkmate, populous crush, plush
Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck
Just

Just rushin' like the River, power we deliver
See (going down in mystery)

Sit back, close your
Peep back, got you wide
let you get a taste of me
It's going down in
Sit back, your eyes
back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a of me
It's going down in

Sit back, close your
back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a of me
It's down in mystery
Sit back, close your
back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a of me
It's going down in

You know, I know, you know, I
(It's going in mystery)

(Gift of Gab won't you 'em and assure 'em)
(That the that you spit'll burn 'em)
up the track and turning up the action
(Murder one him)
Serving what rapping
Urban gutter
(Certain of the fact)
for the wack
Searching for the
(You're off the fatness)
of the rather early mornings after
(Worldly disasters)
Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp on 'em
(Like a vice on a melon squeezing on your temples)
the bass (as the wind blows)
In face (and your mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals break down on you like this
(We your previous standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), setting so bright
(Beneath the skylight)
And days (and weeks) and (go by)
And (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are fly by night)
And not (we keep writing)
Like (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)

The historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything they not
These are the glory for lyricisits, forever we plot
Wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plotx4, c'mon)
The rhyme historian exploring everything we got
And even more so we exploring that they not
These are the days of lyricisits, forever we plot
(It's going in mystery)

Sit back, close eyes
Peep back, got you wide
I'll let you get a of me
It's down in mystery
Sit back, close your
Peep back, got you wide
let you get a taste of me
It's down in mystery

Sit back, close your
back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a of me
It's down in mystery
Sit back, your eyes
Peep back, got you wide
I'll let you get a of me
It's down in mystery