Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Think

You ever get to the where you so frustrated
You ready to give up? You to end it all?
do it dog, word up
I don't if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever
We all go through
you can't think use your soul, baby

Preliminary is over with, the verdict is in
I the rap throne back
I reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my is on the map
It feels like a down the middle of my back

They slept on my lyrical to blow
Gave another credit for inventin' my flow
I'm a child of God, the risin' son
From the cradle to the grave, I number one

This thing of ours, got competition takin' red
mothers callin 1-800-flowers
My repertoire your ashes in the urn
Is it God or money that really make the turn?

Grab your gun, the ones from the real funds
Inhale deep and hold it in your
The streets was requestin' some LL
A soundtrack for niggaz that was in [Incomprehensible]

They for a leader that can guide 'em through the maze
Smoke filled rooms, breathin' in purple
on the bricks his whole life
He ain't got to live for, so fuck livin' right

But if you stay in the rain like
Gold melts but it don't fear flames
Toxic, lethal, evil
Genocide was committed on the Black

And the ghetto is a trap with glass
Should I drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball?
We end up in the grave
The cat and LL Cool J
a never ending cycle, life and death
Until then may my mic stay blessed, to the

I think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind?
I can't think! it be the ill beats and rhymes?
I can't think! Even I'm a one of a kind
I can't think! I want the paper, just the bottom line
I think! Mo' murder every day around the way
I think! I'd rather get paid and parlay
I think! It's all about survival God
"You the epilogue by James Todd"

Put life on the line, you runnin' out of time
The coroner's callin', she know she on a nigga
Amongst the dogs, real cats is hard to
Even a nigga moms hate it when he to shine

Get the and run, dodge the devil and his sons
powerful parables like a sermon has begun
Fuck the turntables up, leave the DJ
Attitude is what, keep the razor tucked

Too much get your reputation touched
Too much get your big mouth shut
Protect neck nigga, you'll get it in the gut
You a vest? What if you get your throat cut

Sold soul for a dollar, now you havin' bad luck
Used to keep a bad in the crib baggin' up
Player here, player there, turned you out
But never told you
Never you that black love supposed to be shared
And you never judge a woman by the of her hair

Fancy cars and gold teeth, G-strings and
The almighty dollar the wedding ring
The Ark of the Covenant was held by a
I ain't tradin' my soul in for skins and rims

I can't think! Why do I I'm losin' my mind?
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and
I can't think! though I'm a one of a kind
I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom
I can't think! Mo' murder day around the way
I can't think! I'd rather get and parlay
I can't think! It's all about God
"You the epilogue by James Todd"

Think about it yo, about it
Think it yo, think about it
Think about it yo, about it
Think about it yo, about it

The dawn, of a new millennium, to pass
The revolves around sex or cash
The man's motto, "Kiss my ass!"
Shorties in are strapped, ready to blast

All I ever seen was and dope fiends
From magazine to the heart of killer Queens
and Brooklyn and everything up in between
No matter what, you always got a on your team

it to the world and I'm tellin' it like it is
Tossin' lyrical daggers and 'em in your wig
Know the body's buried, I ain't sayin' where it is
Raised inside the ghetto, but it I wanna live

The legendary master of combat
But ain't no competition, nobody to go at
So I'ma take the and spit a universal verse
Hit the streets a blessin' and erase the curse

I can't think! Why do I feel I'm my mind?
I can't think! Could it be the ill and rhymes?
I can't think! Even I'm a one of a kind
I think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line
I think! Mo' murder every day around the way
I can't think! I'd rather get paid and
I can't think! It's all about God
"You know the by James Todd"