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

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

When I first felt it, I it had to be dealt wit
A lot of ice grilling in the got melted
tried to put up a fight but they was helpless
You try to turn that loose, you too selfish

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, flows hit idiots like crossbows
'em out the Atlas, push 'em off the Atlas
I'm laughing, looking from off top the totem
Hop off my pedestal, my scrotum

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

The arena, the grass is greener on the other
I hit the stores, thousand die
Now who the best in off the top in the world
give you a hint, the same guy that's fucking your girl

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

The lesson, now now, we close shop
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 'cuz it departed again
Militant is atomic, you fall from the sky just a comet

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

You on a mission, so to this
Ask yourself what condition is
in the [unverified], I rap on a satellite disk
You like this, asking 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 still the same in the hood?

While I sit, I gotta get dub and I could plug
They leave '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 in the suds

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