Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

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 your
back, got you open 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, you on my beam
And send you through my plains
Mind-train shiftin through your
Spit with that I hit patterns get you twisted sideways

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

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

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

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

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

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

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