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 Lilies
Some people try to like, I ain't feeling it, really"
But that's silly 'cuz how the you can't feel 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 ain't try to that loose, you too selfish

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

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

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

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, 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, Raw is announced in

The arena, the grass is greener on the side
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 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 pinky finger up off the
Keep talking shit, homeboy, that's ass

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

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

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

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

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

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