Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

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
back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a of me
It's going down in

Well the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab
I hit the scene, you on my beam
And you through my high plains
shiftin through your migraines
Spit that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways

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

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

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

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

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

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
I'll let you get a of me
It's going down in

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 open
I'll let you get a of me
It's going in mystery

You know, I know, you know, I
(It's going in mystery)

(Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and 'em)
(That the fire you spit'll burn 'em)
Burning up the track and up the action
(Murder one him)
Serving what rapping
gutter anthems
(Certain of the fact)
Curtains for the
for the knack
(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 squeezing tight on temples)
the bass (as the wind blows)
In your face (and mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals break down on you like this
(We surpass previous standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), setting nights so
(Beneath the skylight)
And (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we so fly
(While the are just fly by night)
And not (we keep writing)
scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)

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

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