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
in black wit the nine by the boots
Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a
My posse's so I will never get jumped

The Slayer a beast from the I'm psycho
If I had a glove, I would be Bad as
say yo I sound rugged
Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the Power Snap

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

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

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

No lights, no camera but lots of
No moonwalkin' backwards, kid, like Michael
Strictly funk flows and steel toed Timb boots to
State to state, stage to stage, as I clock

Black Asiatic, fanatic, automatic
Black nine mil is what I so kill the static
EPMD quench the sound of thumps
Ya boy, no props here, you catch a beat down

The Squad still in effect, no skippin'
Ya boy, keep the track, still bullshittin'
Down wit the rap pack, grabbin' my bozack
Here's a ticket kid to ride the Jim Amtrak

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

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

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

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

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

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

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