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

Well it's the ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab
I hit the scene, you on my beam
And send you through my high
Mind-train through your migraines
Spit with that I hit 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 Gonzo but they wrong though

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

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

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

rushin' like the Nile 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 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, your eyes
Peep back, got you wide
I'll let you get a of me
going down 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 that you burn 'em)
up the track and turning up the action
(Murder one him)
Serving what rapping
Urban anthems
(Certain of the fact)
for the wack
Searching for the
(You're off the fatness)
Fury of the rather early mornings
(Worldly disasters)
Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp on 'em
(Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on temples)
Feel the (as the wind blows)
In your face (and your mental) the taste
Instrumentals even break down on you like
(We surpass your previous standards)
(Mastering bass), setting nights so
(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 (we keep writing)
Like scribes (but we tight) and so (c'mon)

The rhyme historian everything that we got
And even more so we everything that they not
are the glory days for lyricisits, forever we plot
Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it (we plotx4, c'mon)
The rhyme historian exploring that we got
And more so we exploring everything that they not
are the glory days of lyricisits, forever we plot
(It's 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, your eyes
Peep back, got you wide
let you get a taste of me
It's going in mystery

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