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 try to front like, I ain't feeling it, really"
But that's 'cuz how the fuck you can't feel me?

When I felt it, I knew it had to be dealt wit
A lot of ice grilling in the got melted
Some tried to put up a but they was helpless
You ain't try to turn 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 Real World' for real, ain't your MTV
The illest innervisions Stevie on wax
My vocal serve-o forty-eight tracks
The fact of the matter is a matter of

That it's the 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 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, looking from off top the totem
Hop off my pedestal, grab my

Aiyyo, y'all niggas fucking wit this 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, Dice Raw is in

The arena, the is greener on the other side
I hit the stores, thousand die
Now tell who the best in off the top in the
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 still a nigga got a lot of
wit my pinky finger up off the glass
Keep talking shit, homeboy, your ass

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

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

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

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

About the way I enfold in scrambling
like that, don't bark, cat, bite back
What up, Blood? Is 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 section eight, houses hush up under the rug
The shit I spit is wit slugs, get soaked in the suds

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