Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

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

Well the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab
I hit the scene, you on my beam
And you through my high plains
Mind-train shiftin through migraines
Spit with that I hit with get you twisted sideways

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

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

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

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

Just rushin' like the Nile River, we deliver
See it's (going 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, close your
Peep back, got you wide
let you get a taste of me
It's going in mystery

Sit back, close 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 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 you spit'll burn 'em)
Burning up the track and turning up the
(Murder one him)
Serving what you're
Urban anthems
(Certain of the fact)
for the wack
Searching for the
(You're off the fatness)
Fury of the early mornings after
(Worldly disasters)
Purely the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em
(Like a vice on a melon squeezing on your temples)
the bass (as the wind blows)
In your (and your mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals even break down on you this
(We surpass your standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), nights so bright
(Beneath the skylight)
And (and weeks) and months (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 rhyme historian exploring everything 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 historian exploring everything we got
And even more so we exploring that they not
are the glory days of lyricisits, forever we plot
(It's down in mystery)

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