Luyện nghe bài hát Thinking to Myself

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

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

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

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

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

The answer's to your questions, 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, and other sin
the Unholy, so here we go again
No bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no
My is unisex, for his and hers

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

So please understand I'm the fuckin' man
Some hear my music
And they 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 rhyme
Some more wicket shit for the last time

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

I treat a bitch like a ho, a ho a freak
Then I daze in amaze, by the way I
say what I wanna say in any fuckin' kinda way
Half you fuckas out there, even know the time or day