Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Down

Oww!
Get on
Get on
Get on

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

The Slayer a from 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 Power Snap

A.K.A. the Mic
A rap star wit the boomin' style, as tar
the E's no jokin', so don't trip 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 couldn't 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 flows and steel toed Timb boots to troop
State to state, to stage, as I clock loot

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

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

Got mad skills, hi-tech, been to snap necks
eighty-seven 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
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 chill, pull out the smoke out

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

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

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

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