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 think about, (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads with this
Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, (Oh, yeah)

1: Royce Da 5'9"]
The got about fifty bullets
no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on you
I'm the in the biz, how you livin'?
Cause you can get it how you
And while you livin', I'm a say my pull out is so real
I still get rid of kids, now ill
The top of your can fly of the top of convertibles
Ain't really take no time to come through and murder you
I don't mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a away
Let me be the first to tell you that you at a superstar
My microphone and AK-47, that's my new
I belong to you and I don't care who you are
Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple
Got a few Jordans, three, four of Louboutins
That's the point like a shootin' guard
Nigga, I'm a

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

Da 5'9"]
God damn, the Slaughter boy
Once I it, you couldn't un-slaughter it
Once I a hit, you couldn't un-order it
an order, this 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 at opponent's heads with this anger
Always, 'cause is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

2: Eminem]
If I don't got no more drama, bitch, I'm a fish outta water
After all these guys I
is gettin' louder, how the fuck did this happen?
I rapped for bitches, how's it that my audience now is broader?
Devil without a cause, rebel a pause
I am a without the kami
You wouldn't be a G if it cost me a dollars
Infrared in my lead
But always keep an extra one stocked
In the pocket and both of 'em locked
And they're loaded, like twin Glocks that I'm holdin'
You better pause you see these two dots on your colon
Fuckin' punks, you wait, just got to rockin' and
Cause Elvis ain't left the yet, I'm still a villain
You feel a threat I step in and kill a set in a millisec
With the weapon of intellect, Hannibal Lecter with the belt
And kung fu, your neck and

Da 5'9"]
Respect the gun
in the Art of War book by Sun Tzu
You realize if you defy, you probably won't be around here
Rapunzel (get it)
Look, bitch, I got the in my pocket
And the roll poppin', that's...
That's overkill, I the kill under me
I keep the one degree
I hit you with a that'll make you see threes
You realize as soon as you beat me that you
Yeah, still one of me, now me slap you
That's a recap view, normal embarrassing
And you me, that's 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 with Malaria
of Lou Gehrigs
To and terrify corporate America
Poor Erica
In the morning the and Law Enforcement
Will find one fourth of her
Under a of the kitchen floor
With the stairs in an outdoor area

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

[Verse 3: Royce Da
then, hoes didn't want him
Now the black Benz all hittin'
My spectacular,
I spit like giving to Dracula
Let me translate, I'm tryna find me a
And I'm sucking on her neck while she naked
And then I'm on her

And I'm getting boners from I'm spitting
Getting blown to smithereens in a
stoner, Jonas Brothers
Brothers, songs rotisserie how these birds are flipping
A time with a nervous ticking
Another murder victim, I with them first
And burrr-stick 'em, I burn up if I try to step up a Church Chicken
*scratching noise* wanna 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 and rattling off fellow rappers so pardon the analogy
But I disappear as quick as Holloway
It's my all the way, I'm normally a suicide mission to try dissin'
But one thing I never mind's getting called Elvis all the
In the that you write which is why I never reply, cause he died shitting
So-a, shitting, I'm spitting my infinite supply of written
Kidding aside, critics take my little white dick in eyelid and fuck it
Switch subjects, moving on to the one its, Ch- Chucky
Who wanna play number one overall, Kid Cudi
A buddy who might go nutty 'cause he don't like nobody
His knife's so 'cause he just sliced somebody
Pull out the Hydro and

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

Like Holyfield, think you irreplaceable? it (that's overkill)
'Till I over like somebody stuffed roadkill and
Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, you know the
I'm not to sit and go through the whole spiel
Of how I'm, how I'm steel like a old cold snowmobile
And no but so jovial
But don't be one of those who me for a joke, I'm so for real
It's what I told the phony before I broke his will
Drove a drill through his to see his soul
Told him when I like a photo
get exposed like a roll of film
Now he goes again, oh
I'm so trill, get the hoes again
Like Bill's, bitch you didn't put lotion in
The bucket, fuck it, the poor little old widow
With throat pillows, soap brillos, finished my milk then
billows I lit up...ah, fuck it