Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

Sit back, close your
Peep back, got you open
let you get a taste of me
It's going down in
Sit back, close your
Peep back, got you wide
let you get a taste of me
It's going 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 your
Spit with that I hit patterns get you twisted sideways

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

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

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

Checkmate, crush, monstrous plush
Rhymes that thrust onto your buck buck
rush

Just rushin' like the River, power we deliver
See (going down in mystery)

Sit back, your eyes
Peep back, got you open
let you get a taste 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

Sit back, close your
Peep back, got you wide
I'll let you get a of me
going down 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 won't you learn 'em and 'em)
(That the fire you spit'll burn 'em)
up the track and turning up the action
(Murder one him)
Serving what you're
Urban gutter
(Certain of the fact)
Curtains for the
Searching for the
(You're off the fatness)
Fury of the rather early mornings
(Worldly disasters)
Purely just the baddest, the chief down on 'em
(Like a vice on a melon tight on your temples)
Feel the (as the wind blows)
In your (and your mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals even down on you like this
(We surpass your previous standards)
(Mastering bass), setting so bright
(Beneath the skylight)
And (and weeks) and months (go by)
And (and decades) and we still 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 exploring that we got
And more 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 historian exploring everything we got
And even more so we exploring everything they not
These are the glory days of lyricisits, forever we
(It's going in mystery)

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

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