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

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

I first felt it, I knew it had to be dealt wit
A lot of ice grilling in the house got
Some to put up a fight but they was helpless
You ain't try to that loose, you too selfish

Gimme that, guess who bringing the 'Get Busy'
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 ain't MTV
The illest innervisions since on wax
My like serve-o forty-eight tracks
The fact of the matter is a of fact

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

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

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

Aiyyo, y'all niggas fucking wit this shit
(I 'em)
Aiyyo, ain't 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 is greener on the other side
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 same guy that's fucking girl

I just didn't have parents, The found me in the trash
But still a 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 close
We got it locked, over now

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

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

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

About the way I in scrambling mode
You're like that, don't bark, cat, back
What up, Is things still the same in the hood?

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

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