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

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

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

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

'The Real World' for real, this your MTV
The illest innervisions Stevie on wax
My vocal like serve-o tracks
The fact of the is a matter of fact

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

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

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

Aiyyo, niggas ain't 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 grass is greener on the side
I hit the stores, thousand die
Now tell who the in off the top in the world
I'll give you a hint, the same guy that's fucking your

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

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

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

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

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

About the way I enfold in scrambling
You're that, don't bark, cat, bite back
What up, Blood? Is things the same in the hood?

While I sit, I get dub and wish I could plug
They thoughts'll leave 'em stiff in the mud, you wannabe
In eight, houses were hush 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 it's now, we close
We got it locked, it's now
The lesson, now it's now, we shop
We got it locked, it's now