Luyện nghe bài hát Think About It

(think about it) -->

[ 1 ]
Sometime I rhyme, but then again I must wait
For the approaching of a toy to him to his fate
Death, I always try to out why
Sucker mc's wanna battle me when they know will die
In the end, so why you're livin trifle
I'ma rope you up a cowboy, stifle
throat with my microphone 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 tryin to show you what your records on missing, and
I'm only tryin to help our crew, and
I know I must ya, cause you don't know what you're doin
So mc's, please think twice
Would you join the if you didn't like the gravy and rice?
Think it

(think it)

[ 2 ]
Think about that, then think this
If I tried to hit you, do you that I would miss?
Well, I'm fast, I hit the center, mass and head
I'm special ed, funkadelic relic of the
If you like this, I got pages and pages
Some dumb bubblegum chewin
be screwin
I the fly, I why
What's the reason for the treason, huh, you wanna
I'm high-post, than most
Not france, but I eat french toast
I'm international, I make the in all ways
Got in my pocket, cause man, it pays
To be smart, I turn my art an empire
Cause I grow and grow, so you I never tire
Got the and the clout, no doubt
Of all time, I got the to take you out
Cause my rap is like a trap that you into
I'm ed, now who the hell are you?
unknown, don't even own a microphone
You rap, you make me wanna cap a stone
In your eye, why do you persist to noise
When ever since I was a kid I did like toys
I get furious, leavin curious
In a daze, my hits do
I recommend you listen to the phrase that
jest, you won't succeed
I make you till you need a transfusion
This is no
I know you're blurried, don't worry, it's confusion
Of the mind, don't whine, you cry forever
It'll take your life to decipher the
Rhymes that I say in the way I do
luv, my deejay, I guess it's on you
But is there anybody 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 than gold, 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 you like a shishkebab
Cause yo, the that I portrait is the style of a leader
If you' re really gonna battle me, you're really need a
Whole crew, not two, three or
You need a whole posse, a mossie or more
Cause I'm strong, rap long, yet the rhymes don't
a bag full of tricks or a trick in a bag
I'm uprising,
Not a nag, not
I'm full of fun, and I got a gun
To kill mc's than me, but there are none
I've looked everywhere
Under every rock, in every
Mc's try to hide when I get hot
I know that they hide, but I know not
nothin but a sucker, chump you're scared
You tried to me, but you wasn't prepared
You slept, I crept up, your drawers
And now you're runnin for your life like you're from jaws
But go, I know that you've your lesson
Go to church, confess, and
Tell the preacher you sin
You battled ed when you couldn't win
Tried, you cried, you shouted, you
But I told ya - you thought about it

(think it)