Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

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

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

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

We walking up and locking up the 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 in a tacky dress
Sparking us, talking your prowess but we're not impressed

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

rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver
See 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
Sit back, close eyes
back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a of me
It's going down in

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

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 that you burn 'em)
Burning up the track and up the action
(Murder one him)
what you're rapping
Urban gutter
(Certain of the fact)
for the wack
Searching for the
(You're off the fatness)
Fury of the early mornings after
(Worldly disasters)
Purely the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em
(Like a vice on a melon squeezing on your temples)
Feel the (as the wind blows)
In your face (and mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals even break 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 are just fly by night)
And not tight (we writing)
Like scribes (but we tight) and so (c'mon)

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

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