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

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

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

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

Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky
Sparking us, talking 'bout 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 it's (going in mystery)

Sit back, close your
back, got you open wide
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, 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 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 you learn '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 gutter
(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 down 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 down on you like this
(We your previous standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), setting nights so
(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 historian exploring 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 hold on a second bring it back (we plotx4, c'mon)
The rhyme historian everything that we got
And even so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days of lyricisits, we plot
(It's down in mystery)

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

Sit back, your 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
going down in mystery