Luyện nghe bài hát All I Think About

[Hook:
From the moment I go to bed 'till I up
All day, this is all I can about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads this anger
Always, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

1: Royce Da 5'9"]
The chopper got fifty bullets
Ain't no way it's accidental I spill 'em on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you
you can get it how you live
And while you livin', I'm a say my pull out game is so
I get rid of kids, now that's ill
The top of your head can fly of the top of
Ain't gon' take no time to come through and murder you
I don't fake mine, I do the fair way
Snitches get stitches, away and left on display
by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be the to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar
My and AK-47, that's my new guitar
I belong to you and I don't care who you are
Yeah, you a couple records, got a couple joints
Got a few Jordans, three, pairs of Louboutins
That's besides the point like a guard
Nigga, I'm a

With whoopin'
(I am) sick, George Clooney a Uzi
What kind of a star
hop out a movin' car just to prove he's hard?
"Fuck you doin', you retard?"
Should be put in a as soon as we start shootin', dog
You swear I knew the Roofies are
The way I drug a bitch the yard
Stuffed little in cardboard after wrappin' her nude and newly scarred
Body in tarp covered in roofin' tar
So you so blunt for?
Did you fuckin' fall off, Or did you jump?
Or did you just become bored with
You're into a funk, I just become morbid
And self-absorbed in my own world, everyone orbits
Pen at the table, I don't when I'll be able to stop
Told you the gate
One thought it generally takes and I'm off to the
Wait, mentally stable, your fuckin' horses
nothin' more disgustin' an animal
I just got done snortin' the fuckin' soap
And the tannin'
To unwarp this mind you gon' need some of an antidote
There's not a for bananas though
It's unfortunate, you got delusions of though
Actin' like you're Michelangelo with a fuckin'
Bitch, I'm Shredder, so you better crawl back in your
Or run you get injured
A fuckin' Ninja wouldn't come toward us
Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt is
Cause we'd you on any joint
Bad and back, bitch
You might some shortness of breath
As you sit with your lungs
Hear their motherfuckin' tears pourin'
If I tell you once more, then you're for
You're going to to learn
How to hear from a ruptured eardrum
Forrest, am I clear? You Gump, you're as as a stump
To we'd come with a trump shortage
B-b-b-b-b-bass in face, bitch
Chuck Norris' morph into guns, swords
This is what blood is
The goriest, glorious, notorious bigamous, warriors

Da 5'9"]
God damn, the Slaughter boy
Once I slaughter it, you couldn't it
Once I order a hit, you couldn't it
Hit's an order, the consortium

[Hook:
From the moment I go to bed I wake up
All day, is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponent's with this anger
Always, 'cause this is all I can about, baby (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 2:
If I don't got no more drama, bitch, I'm a fish outta bottle
After all these guys I
Applause is gettin' louder, how the fuck did this
I never rapped for bitches, it that my audience now is broader?
without a cause, rebel without a pause
I am a kaze without the
You be a G if it cost me a thousand dollars
in my pencil lead
But always keep an extra one though
In the back pocket and both of 'em
And they're loaded, like cocked twin Glocks I'm holdin'
You better pause when you see two dots on your colon
punks, you wait, just got to rockin' and rollin'
Cause ain't left the buildin' yet, I'm still a villain
You a threat when I step in and kill a set in a millisec
With the weapon of intellect, Hannibal with the black belt
And kung fu, protect your and

Da 5'9"]
Respect the gun
in the Art of War book by Sun Tzu
You realize if you defy, you won't be around here long
Rapunzel (get it)
Look, bitch, I got the in my pocket
And the roll poppin', that's...
overkill, I keep the kill under me
I the chill one degree
I hit you with a that'll make you see threes
You realize as soon as you me that you didn't
Yeah, there's one of me, now me slap you
That's a recap view, that's embarrassing
And you slap me, knee-slap humor, that's hardly hilarious
So we scrap over you lyin' like a cub in a forest
Cherishing a kill a dominant male

And I'm born with
Form of Lou
To torture and terrify America
Poor Erica
In the morning the sheriff's and Law
Will find one fourth of her
Under a of the kitchen floor
With the stairs in an outdoor area

[Hook:
the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponent's heads with anger
Always, 'cause this is all I can about, baby (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 3: Da 5'9]
Back then, didn't want him
Now the black all hittin' corners
My spectacular,
I spit like giving Ex-Lax to
Let me translate, I'm tryna find me a
And then I'm sucking on her neck she naked
And then I'm on her

And I'm getting boners from what I'm
Getting blown to in a Toyota
stoner, Jonas Brothers
Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie how birds are flipping
A bomb with a nervous ticking
murder victim, I flirted with them first
And 'em, I burn up if I try to step up inside a Church Chicken
noise* wanna *scratching noise* making sure any who battle me crawl away
Assault and battery holiday, and just when you're thinking be all I say
I'll start automatically calling names and rattling off rappers so pardon the analogy
But I disappear as quick as Holloway
It's my mentality all the way, I'm normally a suicide to try dissin'
But one thing I never mind's getting called Elvis all the
In the articles you write which is why I never reply, cause he died shitting
So-a, shitting, I'm my infinite supply of written bonafide
Kidding aside, critics take my little dick in your eyelid and fuck it
Switch subjects, on to the next one its, Ch- Chucky
Who play with number one overall, Kid Cudi
A psycho buddy who might go nutty 'cause he like nobody
His knife's so bloody 'cause he just sliced
out the Schick Hydro and

[Royce Da
In light of what he, just said, this for those who even want it
Cause for man, I would take a lighter
And light up all of my money
You can call it money, "Hi Rihanna"
I wait, "Hi Tianna", wait, "Hi Tatiana", shit
I gotta I don't like, it's called fuck a model-itis
Who pussy the
amazing, sit your ass down
I don't the pussy too tight
Get the fuck outta here and have some
Vocabulary still ill, the 911 will
It's all yellow with the stripe, kill bill
I'm so far ahead of the skills
I'm getting ready for my past
I'm the deal

Like Holyfield, you irreplaceable? Bite it (that's overkill)
'Till I keel over like stuffed roadkill and
Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, you the deal
I'm not about to sit and go the whole spiel
Of how I'm, how I'm cold like a old cold snowmobile
And no but so jovial
But don't be one of those who mistake me for a joke, I'm so for
It's what I told the phony emcee before I broke his
Drove a drill through his skull to see his
Told him I snap like a photo
He'll get exposed a roll of film
Now here he again, oh
I'm so trill, I'mma get the hoes
Like Buffalo Bill's, bitch you put lotion in
The bucket, fuck it, beat the poor little old
With throat pillows, soap brillos, finished my goat then
Smoke I lit up...ah, fuck it