Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

Oww!
Get on
Get on
Get on

Well it's the E wit the juice, I'm to get lose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the
Hardcore funk make ya wanna pump a chump
My posse's so I will never get jumped

The Slayer a beast the east I'm psycho
If I had a glove, I be Bad as Michael
Some say yo I sound
Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the like Snap

A.K.A. the Mic
A rap star wit the style, black as tar
Smokin' the E's no jokin', so don't or flip
And make a hit, so it

Some ain't the way I do when I get wreck
No half steppin', I kick back like a
On the microphone, I
And groovy, a California quake move me

Get on down, get on
Get on down, get on
It's going
going down

No lights, no but lots of action
No backwards, kid, like Michael Jackson
Strictly funk flows and steel Timb boots to troop
State to state, to stage, as I clock loot

Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic
Black nine mil is what I pack so kill the
EPMD the sound of thumps underground
Ya stupid boy, no here, you catch a beat down

The still in effect, no record skippin'
Ya stupid boy, the track, still bullshittin'
Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin' my
Here's a kid to ride the Jim like Amtrak

Got mad skills, hi-tech, known to snap necks
From to ninety-two, fourth cassette
But now I'm Swayze, ghost, the rap
Who rip shows coast to coast

Get on down, get on
Get on down, get on
It's going
It's going

Yeah, back to the picture, the
It's me Sermon, my M-16
Just in case, ya know, a fight out
I can just chill, out the smoke out

One, no grill, no charcoal, no
Act Bo Jackson, Nike, and Just Do It
If there's a problem, the Hit rolls mad deep
So I can rest my head and get some

While the E-Double, a nap, no time to slack
It's my turn to guard the fort, for combat
Guns and violence, we don't promote
Just what's ours kid, chill or smell the gun smoke

As I out, squeezin' like Mr. Charmin
Destroyin' posses of demo tapes like Orange
So chill kid and act you know
from the M.D. A.K.A. slow flow

It's going
going down
It's down
It's going
Get on