Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

Sit back, close your
Peep back, got you 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 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 your migraines
Spit with that I hit with get you twisted sideways

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sit back, close 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
going down in mystery

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

(Gift of Gab won't you 'em and assure 'em)
(That the fire that you burn 'em)
Burning up the track and turning up the
(Murder one him)
Serving you're rapping
gutter anthems
(Certain of the fact)
Curtains for the
Searching for the
(You're off the fatness)
of the rather early mornings after
(Worldly disasters)
Purely just the baddest, the clamp down on 'em
(Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on temples)
Feel the (as the wind blows)
In your (and your mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals even down on you like this
(We surpass previous standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), setting nights so
(Beneath the skylight)
And (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we so fly
(While the are just fly by night)
And not tight (we writing)
Like (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)

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

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

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