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 feeling it, really"
But silly 'cuz how the fuck you can't feel me?

When I felt it, I knew it had to be dealt wit
A lot of ice grilling in the got melted
Some tried to put up a but they was helpless
You ain't try to turn 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 your town, see me

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

That it's the Black Thought, controlling 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 because

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

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

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 my family bouncing
Soon as the name, Raw is announced in

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

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

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

just the simple part of the game
I it's just 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 the bottom of my shoes out
How tracks do you 'bout?
How of these niggas you doubt?
How many of these ladies 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

About the way I enfold in mode
You're like that, bark, cat, bite back
What up, Blood? Is still the same in the hood?

While I sit, I gotta get dub and wish I plug
They thoughts'll 'em stiff in the mud, you wannabe thug
In section eight, houses were hush up 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 close
We got it locked, over now