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

Well it's the raw regees, thoroughbred from
My name Black Thought, my girl's the Black
Some people try to front like, I feeling it, really"
But that's silly 'cuz how the fuck you feel me?

When I first felt it, I knew it had to be wit
A lot of ice grilling in the got melted
Some tried to put up a but they was helpless
You try to turn that loose, you too selfish

Gimme that, guess who bringing the 'Get Busy'
Women say the sound of my voice, the
Okayplayer.com, you can hit me at
E-me and when I'm in your town, 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 the Black Thought, controlling like Ike Turner
You wanna get wise, you to be a fast 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, over now

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

Aiyyo, y'all niggas ain't 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 grass is on the other side
I hit the stores, twenty-five die
Now tell who the best in off the top in the
I'll give you a hint, the same guy that's fucking girl

I just didn't have parents, The Roots me in the trash
But still a got a lot of class
Trick wit my pinky finger up off the
Keep shit, homeboy, that's your ass

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

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

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

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

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

While I sit, I get dub and wish I could plug
They thoughts'll leave 'em in the mud, you wannabe thug
In eight, houses 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 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