Luyện nghe bài hát Thinking to Myself

Well I was thinkin' to myself, how I get mental
And a wicked track over a funky instrumental
I rhyme for the mind then in you will find
The seven of death and I am the seventh sign

The is like a devil but the devil is the crew
It's not you know, it's only what you prove
Some ask me many and wonder my religion
I'm losin' my religion, that your decision

Blacks blacks, seems to be the new trend
shall not diss Esham, that is a sin
My number 666, so guess again
And if you feel the to pray, say Amen

The drum is wicked, I think I him kick it
This is like a pussy to me, so I'ma dick it
I'm some Dr. Jeckyl, but more like Mr. Hyde
Some people my rap, now they commitin' suicide

Now tell me is that crazy, like Rosemary's
I don't give a fuck, so your death phase me
Some call me a psychotic, I'm more like a
My poetry's a riot and I'm down wit like product

The answer's to your questions, might off to ya vomit
So when you ask me, I'm supposed to say 'No comment'
I'm feelin' splendid, some people I've offended
But you bought my record, it wasn't

I'm in the top ten, Amen and sin
Esham the Unholy, so here we go
No bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no
My is unisex, for his and hers

Someone to ride my topics, unholy like I it
For suckers like you, I keep my pistol in my
So please no disruptions, or interruptions
will be a penalty for bitin' what I'm bustin'

So please that I'm the fuckin' man
Some hear my music
And think I should be banned

One for the treble, two for the
Three for your that I dug wit the shovel
I'm runnin' down the and say a funky rhyme
Some more wicket shit for the last time

I'm not the old school and new school grade
I outta school, sixteen and got paid
I'm glockin' dollars while ya fly girlie hollas
I got much game, need no rope around my collar

I treat a bitch a ho, a ho like a freak
I daze in amaze, by the way I speak
I'ma say what I wanna say in any fuckin' way
Half you fuckas out there, don't even the time or day