Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

Sit back, close your
Peep back, got you open
I'll let you get a of me
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 in mystery

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

And I'm the head honcho, sport golden
Inventin new all the time like pronto
by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco
Haters say the lyrics ain't 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 to bust

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

Checkmate, crush, monstrous 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, 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 open
let you get a taste of me
It's down 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, close your
back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a of me
It's down 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 you spit'll burn 'em)
Burning up the track and up the action
(Murder one him)
Serving you're rapping
gutter 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 clamp on 'em
(Like a vice on a melon tight on your temples)
Feel the bass (as the blows)
In your face (and your mental) the taste
even break down on you like this
(We surpass previous standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), nights 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 (we keep writing)
Like scribes (but we tight) and so (c'mon)

The rhyme historian everything that we got
And even so we exploring everything 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 rhyme exploring everything that we got
And even more so we everything that they not
These are the days of lyricisits, forever we plot
(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
Sit back, close eyes
Peep back, got you open
let you get a taste of me
It's going 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, your eyes
Peep back, got you open
I'll let you get a of me
It's going in mystery