Luyện nghe bài hát Think About It

(think it) --> rakim

[ 1 ]
Sometime I wanna rhyme, but then again I must
For the approaching of a toy to introduce him to his
Death, I try to figure out why
mc's wanna battle me when they know they will die
In the end, so why you're livin trifle
rope you up like a cowboy, stifle
Your throat with my cord, cause I'm the lord
Of the rhyme, some people say that they can get bored
Cause I'm exciting, pleasurable
I'm only to show you what your records keep on missing, and
I'm only tryin to help our crew, and
I know I must forgive ya, 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?
about it

(think it)

[ 2 ]
about that, then think about 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, relic of the ages
If you like this, then I got pages and
Some dumb bubbleyum bubblegum
Chumps be
I the fly, I why
What's the for the treason, huh, you wanna die?
I'm high-post, than most
Not from france, but I eat toast
I'm international, I make the in all ways
Got dollars in my pocket, man, it pays
To be smart, I turn my art an empire
Cause I grow and grow, so you I never tire
Got the status and the clout, no
Of all time, I got the rhyme to you out
Cause my rap is like a trap that you fall
I'm ed, now who the hell are you?
You're unknown, don't even own a
You rap, you make me wanna cap a stone
In eye, why do you persist to make noise
When ever since I was a kid I never did toys
I get furious, leavin mc's
In a daze, my do faze
I recommend you listen to the phrase pays
Don't jest, you succeed
I make you bleed till you a transfusion
This is no
I know you're gettin blurried, don't worry, confusion
Of the mind, don't whine, you cry forever
It'll your life to decipher the clever
Rhymes I say in the way that I do
Akshun luv, my deejay, I it's on you
But is there better? I doubt it
And if you think you are, I think you better think it

(think it)

[ 3 ]
The are suffice, suffice are my lyrics
Idolized by the public, by the critics
Worth more gold, longer than a giraffe
em to the pawn shop, get a yard and a half
And I'm the creator of the rhymes you
All of y'all with the gall I will in a daze
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 portrait is the of a leader
If you' re really gonna battle me, really gonna need a
crew, not two, three or four
You gonna a whole posse, a mossie or more
Cause I'm strong, rap long, yet the don't drag
Like a bag of tricks or a trick in a bag
I'm uprising,
Not a nag, not
Cause I'm of fun, and I got a gun
To mc's fresher than me, but there are none
Cause I've looked
Under rock, in every chair
they try to hide when I get hot
I know that they hide, but I know not
You're nothin but a sucker, chump 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 you're swimmin from jaws
But go, I that you've learned your lesson
Go to church, confess, and
Tell the you committed sin
You battled special ed you couldn't win
Tried, you cried, you shouted, you
But I told ya - you thought about it

(think it)