Luyện nghe bài hát Thinking to Myself

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

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

Blacks killin' blacks, seems to be the new
shall not diss Esham, that is a sin
My favorite number 666, so again
And if you feel the need to pray, say

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

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

The to your questions, might off to make ya vomit
So therefore when you ask me, I'm supposed to say 'No
I'm rather 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 we go again
No bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no
My style is unisex, for his and

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

So please understand that I'm the man
people hear my music
And they I should be banned

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

I'm not from the old school and new grade
I dropped school, sixteen and got paid
I'm glockin' crazy dollars ya fly girlie hollas
I got much game, don't no rope around my collar

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