Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

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 eyes
Peep back, got you open
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 send you through my plains
shiftin through your migraines
Spit that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways

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

We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the
You're not gone' be the same when our flow reach brain
It's to bust

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

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

Just rushin' the Nile River, power we deliver
See 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, close eyes
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 going down in
Sit back, close eyes
back, got you open wide
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 you learn 'em and assure 'em)
(That the fire you spit'll burn 'em)
Burning up the track and turning up the
(Murder one him)
Serving you're rapping
Urban anthems
(Certain of the fact)
Curtains for the
Searching for the
(You're off the fatness)
Fury of the rather mornings after
(Worldly disasters)
Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp on 'em
(Like a vice on a melon squeezing on your temples)
the bass (as the wind blows)
In your face (and mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals even break on you like this
(We surpass your standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), nights so bright
(Beneath the skylight)
And days (and weeks) and (go by)
And (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are fly by night)
And not tight (we writing)
Like (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)

The historian exploring everything 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 that they not
These are the glory of lyricisits, forever we plot
(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 your
Peep back, got you wide
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 down in mystery
Sit back, your eyes
Peep back, got you open
I'll let you get a of me
It's going in mystery