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

Well it's the raw regees, from Philly
My name Black Thought, my girl's the Lilies
people 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 it, I knew 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 try to turn that loose, you too selfish

Gimme that, guess who the 'Get Busy' back?
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

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

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

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

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

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

The arena, the is greener 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 guy that's fucking your girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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