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

Well it's the raw regees, thoroughbred Philly
My Black 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 tried to put up a but they was helpless
You ain't try to turn that loose, you too

Gimme that, guess who bringing the 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 Real World' for real, this your MTV
The illest innervisions Stevie on wax
My vocal like forty-eight tracks
The of the matter is a matter of fact

it's the Black Thought, controlling like Ike Turner
You wanna get wise, you best to be a learner
Or relax and peep 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
Knock 'em out the Atlas, 'em off the Atlas
I'm laughing, down from off top the totem
Hop off my pedestal, my scrotum

Aiyyo, y'all niggas ain't fucking wit this
(I 'em)
Aiyyo, y'all ain't fucking wit the Roots
(I 'em)
The rap is a riot, yeah 'cuz my bouncing
as the name, Dice 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
I'll give you a hint, the same guy that's your girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 wit slugs, get soaked in the suds

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