Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

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

Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin of Gab
I hit the scene, lift you on my
And send you my high plains
Mind-train through your migraines
Spit with that I hit with patterns get you sideways

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Gift of Gab won't you '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
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)
just the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em
(Like a vice on a squeezing tight on your temples)
Feel the (as the wind blows)
In face (and your mental) hear the taste
even break down on you like this
(We surpass your previous standards)
(Mastering bass), setting so bright
(Beneath the skylight)
And days (and weeks) and (go by)
And years (and decades) and we so fly
(While the others are fly by night)
And not tight (we writing)
scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)

The rhyme historian exploring everything we got
And even more so we exploring that they not
These are the days for lyricisits, forever we plot
Wait wait wait wait hold on a bring 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 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 down in mystery

Sit back, close your
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 wide
I'll let you get a of me
It's going down in