Luyện nghe bài hát Thinking to Myself

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm not the old school and new school grade
I dropped outta school, sixteen and got
I'm glockin' crazy dollars while ya fly hollas
I got much game, don't need no rope 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 say in any fuckin' kinda way
you fuckas out there, don't even know the time or day