Luyện nghe bài hát All I Think About

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

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
The chopper got about bullets
Ain't no way 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 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 fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just a chair away
Let me be the first to tell you that you lookin' at a
My and AK-47, that's my new guitar
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 pairs of
besides the point like a shootin' guard
Nigga, I'm a

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

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

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

2: Eminem]
If I don't got no drama, bitch, I'm a fish outta water bottle
After all these I slaughter
Applause is gettin' louder, how the fuck did happen?
I never rapped for bitches, how's it my audience now is broader?
without a cause, rebel without a pause
I am a kaze the kami
You wouldn't be a G if it cost me a thousand
in my pencil lead
But always keep an extra one stocked
In the back pocket and of 'em locked
And they're loaded, like cocked Glocks that I'm holdin'
You better pause when you see these two dots on colon
Fuckin' punks, you wait, got to rockin' and rollin'
Cause Elvis ain't left the buildin' yet, I'm still a
You feel a threat when I 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 long
Rapunzel (get it)
Look, bitch, I got the in my pocket
And the drum poppin', that's...
overkill, I keep the kill under me
I the chill one degree
I hit you with a hook make you see threes
You as soon as you beat me that you didn't
Yeah, still one of me, now me slap you
That's a recap view, that's normal
And you slap me, that's humor, that's hardly hilarious
So we scrap over you lyin' like a feline cub in a
a kill from a dominant male

And I'm born Malaria
of Lou Gehrigs
To torture and terrify America
little Erica
In the morning the and Law Enforcement
Will one fourth of her buried
Under a of the kitchen floor
With the in an outdoor wooded area

[Hook:
From the 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 this anger
Always, 'cause is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

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

And I'm getting from what I'm spitting
Getting blown to smithereens in a
Getting stoner, Brothers
Brothers, songs rotisserie how these birds are flipping
A bomb with a nervous ticking
Another murder victim, I flirted them first
And burrr-stick 'em, I burn up if I try to step up inside a Chicken
*scratching noise* wanna *scratching noise* making sure any who me crawl away
Assault and battery holiday, and just you're thinking that'll be all I say
start automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so pardon the analogy
But I as quick as Natalie Holloway
It's my mentality all the way, I'm normally a suicide mission to try
But one thing I never mind's getting called Elvis all the
In the articles that you write which is why I reply, cause he died shitting
So-a, shitting, I'm spitting my supply of written bonafide
Kidding aside, critics take my little white dick in eyelid and fuck it
Switch subjects, moving on to the next one its, Ch-
Who wanna play number one overall, Kid Cudi
A psycho buddy who might go nutty 'cause he don't like
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 kinda want it
Cause for this man, I would a lighter
And light up all of my money
You can call it money, "Hi Rihanna"
I mean wait, "Hi Tianna", wait, "Hi Tatiana",
I gotta problem I don't like, it's fuck a model-itis
Who the tightest?
amazing, sit your ass down
I don't like the pussy too
Get the fuck here and have some babies
still ill, the 911 still will
It's all yellow with the black stripe, kill
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 keel over somebody stuffed roadkill and
Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, you know the
I'm not about to sit and go through the 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 me for a joke, I'm so for real
It's what I told the phony before I broke his will
a drill through his skull to see his soul
Told him I snap like a photo
He'll get exposed like a roll of
Now here he again, oh
I'm so trill, get the hoes again
Like Buffalo Bill's, you didn't put lotion in
The bucket, fuck it, beat the poor old widow
throat pillows, soap brillos, finished my goat milk then
Smoke billows I lit up...ah, it