Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 3 (It's Over Now)

Well it's the raw regees, thoroughbred from
My Black Thought, my girl's the Black Lilies
Some people try to front like, I ain't it, really"
But that's silly 'cuz how the fuck you can't me?

When I first felt it, I knew it had to be wit
A lot of ice in the house got melted
tried to put up a fight but they was helpless
You ain't try to turn that loose, you too

Gimme that, guess who bringing the 'Get back?
Women say the of my voice, the Afro-disiac
Okayplayer.com, you can hit me at
E-me and when I'm in your town, see me

'The Real for real, this ain't your MTV
The illest innervisions Stevie on wax
My vocal like serve-o forty-eight
The fact of the matter is a matter of

That the Black Thought, controlling like Ike Turner
You wanna get wise, you best to be a learner
Or just relax and peep how it's
And boogie ya ass to what's about to come

The lesson, now now, we close shop
We got it locked, it's now

Aiyyo, Dice's flows hit idiots crossbows
Knock 'em out the Atlas, 'em off the Atlas
I'm laughing, looking down from off top the
Hop off my pedestal, grab my

Aiyyo, y'all niggas ain't wit this shit
(I 'em)
Aiyyo, y'all ain't wit the Roots crew
(I 'em)
The rap is a riot, yeah my family bouncing
as the name, Dice Raw is announced in

The arena, the grass is greener on the other
I hit the stores, twenty-five die
Now tell who the best in off the top in the
I'll you a hint, the same guy that's fucking your girl

I just didn't parents, The Roots found me in the trash
But a nigga got a lot of class
wit my pinky finger up off the glass
Keep talking shit, homeboy, your ass

The lesson, now it's now, we close
We got it locked, over now

It's just the simple of the game
I guess it's the art of the scam
Check for your soul 'cuz it departed
Militant is atomic, you fall the sky just like a comet

Move out the bottom of my shoes out
How many do you 'bout?
How many of these niggas you
How many of ladies making you shout?

You on a mission, so listen to
Ask yourself what condition is
Sick in the [unverified], I rap on a satellite
You gotta like this, me about the way that I stroll

the way I enfold in scrambling mode
You're like that, don't bark, cat, bite
What up, Blood? Is things still the in the hood?

While I sit, I gotta get dub and I could plug
They thoughts'll 'em stiff in the mud, you wannabe thug
In section eight, houses were up under the rug
The shit I spit is humming wit slugs, get soaked in the

The lesson, now now, we close shop
We got it locked, over now
The lesson, now now, we close shop
We got it locked, over now
The lesson, now now, we close shop
We got it locked, over now