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

Well the raw regees, thoroughbred from Philly
My name Black Thought, my the Black Lilies
Some people try to like, I ain't feeling it, really"
But that's silly 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 to put up a fight but they was helpless
You ain't try to turn that loose, you too

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

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

That it's the Black Thought, controlling like Ike
You wanna get wise, you to be a fast learner
Or just relax and 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 idiots crossbows
Knock 'em out the Atlas, push 'em off the
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 fucking wit the Roots crew
(I 'em)
The rap is a riot, yeah 'cuz my family
Soon as the name, Raw is announced in

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

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

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

You on a mission, so listen to
Ask yourself condition 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 enfold in scrambling
You're like that, don't bark, cat, back
What up, Blood? Is things the same in the hood?

While I sit, I gotta get dub and wish I plug
They thoughts'll leave 'em in the mud, you wannabe thug
In section eight, 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 shop
We got it locked, over now
The lesson, now it's now, we shop
We got it locked, over now