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

Well it's the raw regees, thoroughbred Philly
My name Black Thought, my girl's the Lilies
Some people try to front like, I ain't it, really"
But silly 'cuz how the fuck you can't feel me?

When I first felt it, I knew it had to be wit
A lot of ice grilling in the house got
Some to put up a fight but they 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 when I'm in your town, see me

'The Real World' for real, this your MTV
The illest innervisions since on wax
My like serve-o forty-eight tracks
The of the matter is a matter of fact

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

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

Aiyyo, Dice's hit idiots like crossbows
Knock 'em out the Atlas, 'em off the Atlas
I'm laughing, looking from off top the totem
Hop off my pedestal, grab my

Aiyyo, y'all niggas ain't wit this shit
(I 'em)
Aiyyo, ain't fucking wit the Roots 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 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 have parents, The found me in the trash
But a nigga got a lot of class
Trick wit my pinky up off the glass
Keep shit, homeboy, that's your ass

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

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

Move out the bottom of my shoes out
How many tracks do you
How many of these niggas you
How many of these making you shout?

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

About the way I enfold in scrambling
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
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 humming wit slugs, get soaked in the

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