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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, Dice's flows hit like crossbows
'em out the Atlas, push 'em off the Atlas
I'm laughing, looking down off top the totem
Hop off my pedestal, grab my

Aiyyo, y'all niggas fucking wit this shit
(I 'em)
Aiyyo, y'all fucking wit the Roots crew
(I 'em)
The rap is a riot, 'cuz my family bouncing
Soon as the name, Dice Raw is in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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