Luyện nghe bài hát Think About It

(think about it) -->

[ 1 ]
Sometime I wanna rhyme, but then again I must
For the of a toy to introduce him to his fate
Death, I always try to out why
Sucker mc's battle me when they know they will die
In the end, so why pretend livin trifle
I'ma rope you up a cowboy, stifle
Your throat with my cord, cause I'm the lord
Of the rhyme, some people say that can never get bored
Cause I'm exciting, pleasurable
I'm only to show you what your records keep on missing, and
I'm only to help our your crew, and
I know I must forgive ya, cause you don't what you're doin
So sucker mc's, think twice
Would you join the if you didn't like the gravy and rice?
about it

(think it)

[ 2 ]
Think about that, then about this
If I tried to hit you, do you think that I miss?
Well, I'm fast, I hit the center, mass and head
I'm special ed, funkadelic relic of the
If you this, then I got pages and pages
Some dumb bubblegum chewin
Chumps be
I the fly, I why
What's the for the treason, huh, you wanna die?
I'm high-post, higher than
Not france, but I eat french toast
I'm international, I make the in all ways
Got dollars in my pocket, cause man, it
To be smart, I my art into an empire
I grow and grow, so you know I never tire
Got the status and the clout, no
Of all time, I got the to take you out
Cause my rap is a trap that you fall into
I'm special ed, now who the are you?
You're unknown, don't own a microphone
You can't rap, you make me cap a stone
In your eye, why do you to make noise
ever since I was a kid I never did like toys
I get furious, leavin mc's
In a daze, my hits do
I recommend you listen to the phrase pays
Don't jest, you succeed
I make you bleed you need a transfusion
This is no
I you're gettin blurried, don't worry, it's confusion
Of the mind, whine, you can't cry forever
take your life to decipher the clever
Rhymes that I say in the way I do
luv, my deejay, I guess it's on you
But is there better? I doubt it
And if you think you are, I you better think about it

(think it)

[ 3 ]
The lyrics are suffice, are my lyrics
by the public, praised by the critics
Worth more gold, longer than a giraffe
Take em to the pawn shop, get a and a half
And I'm the creator of the rhymes you
All of y'all with the gall I will leave in a
Try to battle me, and i'ma it my job
To burn you as I turn you a shishkebab
Cause yo, the style that I is the style of a leader
If you' re really gonna me, you're really gonna need a
Whole crew, not two, three or
You gonna need a posse, a mossie or more
Cause I'm strong, rap long, yet the don't drag
Like a bag full of or a trick in a bag
I'm uprising,
Not a nag, not
Cause I'm of fun, and I got a gun
To kill mc's fresher than me, but are none
I've looked everywhere
Under rock, in every chair
Mc's they try to when I get hot
I know that hide, but where I know not
You're nothin but a sucker, you're scared
You tried to me, but you wasn't prepared
You slept, I up, shot your drawers
And now you're runnin for your life like swimmin from jaws
But go, I know that you've your lesson
Go to church, confess, and
Tell the preacher you sin
You special ed when you couldn't win
Tried, you cried, you shouted, you
But I told ya - you thought about it

(think it)