Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Think

You get to the point where you so frustrated
You ready to up? You ready to end it all?
do it dog, word up
I care if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever
We all go pain
When you think use your soul, baby

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

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

This thing of ours, got competition red showers
Grievin' mothers callin
My burn your ashes in the urn
Is it God or money that really make the world

Grab your gun, separate the ones the real funds
Inhale and hold it in your lungs
The was requestin' some original LL
A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in

They lookin' for a that can guide 'em through the maze
Smoke filled rooms, in purple haze
Nigga's on the bricks his whole
He got nuttin' to live for, so fuck livin' right

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

And the is a trap with glass walls
Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play
We end up in the anyway
The cat and LL Cool J
It's a never ending cycle, life and
Until then may my mic stay blessed, to the

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

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

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

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

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

Fancy cars and gold teeth, and things
The dollar replace the wedding ring
The Ark of the Covenant was by a king
I ain't tradin' my soul in for and chrome rims

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

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

The dawn, of a new millennium, came to
The world revolves around sex or
The Black motto, "Kiss my ass!"
Shorties in are strapped, ready to blast

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

Givin' it to the world and I'm it like it is
Tossin' lyrical daggers and 'em in your wig
Know where the buried, I ain't sayin' where it is
inside the ghetto, but damn 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 with a blessin' and erase the

I think! Why do I feel 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 think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line
I can't think! Mo' murder every day the way
I can't think! I'd rather get paid and
I can't think! It's all survival God
"You know the by James Todd"