Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Think

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

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

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

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

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

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

But if you stay in the like hurricane
Gold melts down but it don't fear
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 average cat and LL 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 I'm losin' my mind?
I can't think! Could it be the ill and rhymes?
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 every day the way
I can't think! I'd rather get and parlay
I can't think! all about survival God
"You know the 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 is hard to find
Even a nigga moms hate it when he start to

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

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

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

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

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, that's just the line
I can't think! Mo' murder every day the way
I can't think! I'd rather get and parlay
I can't think! It's all about God
"You know the epilogue by Todd"

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

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

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

Givin' it to the world and I'm tellin' it it is
lyrical daggers and sendin' '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 no competition, ain't nobody to go at
So I'ma take the and spit a universal verse
Hit the streets a blessin' and erase the curse

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 though I'm a one of a
I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the line
I can't think! Mo' every day around the way
I can't think! I'd get paid and parlay
I think! It's all about survival God
"You the epilogue by James Todd"