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

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 migraines
Spit with I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways

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

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

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

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

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

Sit back, close eyes
Peep back, got you open
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 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 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 that you spit'll burn 'em)
Burning up the track and turning up the
(Murder one him)
Serving what you're
gutter 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 chief clamp on 'em
(Like a vice on a squeezing tight on your temples)
Feel the (as the wind blows)
In your face (and your mental) hear the
Instrumentals break down on you like this
(We surpass your standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), setting so bright
(Beneath the skylight)
And days (and weeks) and (go by)
And (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the are just 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 so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days for lyricisits, we plot
Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it (we plotx4, c'mon)
The rhyme exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that not
These are the days of lyricisits, forever we plot
(It's down in mystery)

Sit back, your eyes
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
I'll let you get a of me
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
I'll let you get a of me
It's going in mystery