Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

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

Well it's the microphone ripper, 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 like pronto
Four by four, runnin over like a Bronco
Haters say the lyrics Gonzo but they wrong though

We walking up and up the game and sparking up the flame
You're not gone' be the same when our flow reach 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, crush, monstrous plush
Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck
rush

Just like the Nile River, power we deliver
See (going down 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 your
Peep back, got you open
let you get a taste of me
It's down in mystery

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

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

(Gift of Gab you learn 'em and assure 'em)
(That the fire that you spit'll 'em)
up the track and turning up the action
(Murder one him)
what you're rapping
Urban anthems
(Certain of the fact)
Curtains for the
Searching for the
(You're off the fatness)
Fury of the early mornings after
(Worldly disasters)
Purely just the baddest, the chief down on 'em
(Like a on a melon squeezing tight on your temples)
the bass (as the wind blows)
In your face (and your mental) hear the
Instrumentals even break down on you like
(We surpass your standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), setting nights so
(Beneath the skylight)
And days (and weeks) and (go by)
And years (and decades) and we so fly
(While the others are fly by night)
And not tight (we writing)
scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)

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

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