Luyện nghe bài hát Thinking to Myself

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

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

Blacks killin' blacks, seems to be the new
Thou 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 I heard him kick it
This beat is a pussy to me, so I'ma dick it
I'm some Dr. Jeckyl, but more like Mr. Hyde
Some people heard my rap, now commitin' suicide

Now tell me is that crazy, like baby
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 mill 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' rather splendid, some people offended
But you bought my record, it wasn't

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

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

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

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

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

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