Luyện nghe bài hát All I Think About

[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 at opponents' heads with 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 when I '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 out game is so real
I get rid of kids, now that's ill
The top of your head can fly of the top of
Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and you
I don't fake mine, I do the fair way
Snitches get stitches, away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just a chair away
Let me be the to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar
My microphone and AK-47, that's my new
I don't belong to you and I care who you are
Yeah, you sold a records, got a couple joints
Got a few Jordans, three, pairs of Louboutins
That's besides the point a shootin' guard
Nigga, I'm a

With cough
(I am) sick, Clooney wit' a Uzi
kind of a movie star
Would hop out a movin' car just to prove he's
"Fuck you doin', you retard?"
be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin', dog
You swear I knew where the are
The way I drug a bitch through the
Stuffed little Suzie in cardboard after her nude and newly scarred
in waterproof tarp covered in roofin' tar
So you so blunt for?
Did you fall off, chump? Or did you jump?
Or did you just become with this?
You're slipping into a funk, I just morbid
And more self-absorbed in my own world, everyone
Pen at the table, I don't when I'll be able to stop
Told you the gate
One thought it generally and I'm off to the races
Wait, mentally stable, hold fuckin' horses
There's nothin' more disgustin' an
I just got done snortin' the bathroom soap
And the tannin'
To this mind you gon' need some sort of an antidote
There's not a pill for though
It's unfortunate, you got delusions of 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' Ninja wouldn't come toward us
Two joint forces, of course is what blunt force is
we'd smoke you on any joint
Bad and back, bitch
You experience some shortness of breath
As you sit with your punctured
Hear their motherfuckin' tears pourin'
If I tell you once more, 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 think we'd come a trump shortage
B-b-b-b-b-bass in face, bitch
Chuck nunchucks morph into guns, swords
This is what sport 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 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 at opponent's heads with this anger
Always, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 2:
If I got no more drama, bitch, I'm a fish outta water bottle
After all guys I slaughter
Applause is gettin' louder, how the fuck did this
I never for bitches, how's 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 twin Glocks that I'm holdin'
You better when you see these two dots on your colon
punks, you wait, just got to rockin' and rollin'
Cause Elvis ain't left the buildin' yet, I'm a villain
You feel a threat when I in and kill a set in a millisec
With the weapon of intellect, Lecter with the black belt
And kung fu, your neck and

Da 5'9"]
Respect the gun
Read in the Art of War by Sun Tzu
You realize if you defy, you probably won't be around here
(get over it)
Look, bitch, I got the bands in my
And the drum 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 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 knee-slap humor, hardly hilarious
So we scrap over you lyin' like a cub in a forest
a kill from a dominant male

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

Eminem]
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 heads with 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 Benz all hittin' corners
My spectacular,
I spit giving Ex-Lax to Dracula
Let me translate, I'm tryna find me a
And then I'm sucking on her while she naked
And I'm shitting on her

And I'm getting boners from I'm spitting
Getting blown to in a Toyota
stoner, Jonas Brothers
Brothers, fricken rotisserie how these birds are flipping
A time bomb with a ticking
Another murder victim, I flirted them first
And burrr-stick 'em, I burn up if I try to up inside a Church Chicken
*scratching noise* wanna noise* making sure any who battle me crawl away
Assault and holiday, and just when you're thinking that'll be all I say
I'll start automatically calling names and rattling off 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 mind's getting called Elvis all the time
In the articles that you write which is why I reply, cause he died shitting
So-a, shitting, I'm spitting my infinite supply of bonafide
Kidding aside, critics my little white dick in your eyelid and fuck it
Switch subjects, on to the next one its, Ch- Chucky
Who wanna with number one overall, Kid Cudi
A psycho who might go nutty 'cause he don't like nobody
His knife's so bloody 'cause he just somebody
Pull out the Hydro and

[Royce Da
In light of what he, said, this for those who even kinda want it
for this man, I would take 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 called a model-itis
Who pussy the
That's amazing, sit your ass
I like the pussy too tight
Get the fuck outta here and some babies
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 real

Like Holyfield, think you Bite it (that's overkill)
'Till I keel over like 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 emcee I broke his will
Drove a through his skull to see his soul
him when 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
Buffalo Bill's, bitch you didn't put lotion in
The bucket, fuck it, beat the poor little old
With throat pillows, soap brillos, finished my milk then
Smoke I lit up...ah, fuck it