Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

Sit back, close eyes
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 going down in

Well it's the microphone ripper, Gift of Gab
I hit the scene, you on my beam
And send you my high plains
Mind-train shiftin through migraines
with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways

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

We walking up and up the game and sparking up the flame
You're not be the same when our flow reach your brain
'bout to bust

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

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

Just rushin' like the Nile River, we deliver
See (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, 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 down in mystery
Sit back, close your
Peep back, got you open
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 won't you 'em and assure 'em)
(That the fire you spit'll burn 'em)
Burning up the track and up the action
(Murder one him)
Serving what rapping
Urban 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 tight on your temples)
Feel the bass (as the blows)
In face (and your mental) hear the taste
even break down on you like 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)
scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)

The historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we everything that they not
These are the days for lyricisits, forever 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 so we exploring everything that they not
These are the days of lyricisits, forever we plot
(It's going in mystery)

Sit back, close eyes
Peep back, got you open
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 down in mystery

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