Luyện nghe bài hát All I Think About

[Hook:
From the I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads with anger
Always, 'cause is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

1: Royce Da 5'9"]
The got about fifty bullets
no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you
you can get it how you live
And while you livin', I'm a say my pull out is so real
I still get rid of kids, now ill
The top of your can fly of the top of convertibles
Ain't gon' really take no time to come and murder you
I don't fake mine, I do the fair way
Snitches get stitches, away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair
Let me be the first to you that you lookin' at a superstar
My microphone and AK-47, that's my new
I don't belong to you and I care who you are
Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple
Got a few Jordans, three, four pairs of
That's besides the point a shootin' guard
Nigga, I'm a

With whoopin'
(I am) sick, George Clooney a Uzi
What kind of a movie
Would hop out a car just to prove he's hard?
"Fuck you doin', you retard?"
be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin', dog
You I knew where the Roofies are
The way I drug a through the yard
little Suzie in cardboard after wrappin' her nude and newly scarred
Body in waterproof tarp in roofin' tar
So what you so blunt
Did you fuckin' fall off, chump? Or did you
Or did you just become with this?
You're slipping into a funk, I just become
And more self-absorbed in my own world, orbits
Pen at the table, I don't know when I'll be able to
Told you the gate
One it generally takes and I'm off to the races
Wait, mentally stable, hold your fuckin'
There's nothin' disgustin' an animal
I got done snortin' the fuckin' bathroom soap
And the tannin'
To unwarp this mind you gon' need some sort of an
There's not a pill for bananas
unfortunate, you got delusions of grandeur though
Actin' like you're Michelangelo with a fuckin'
Bitch, I'm Shredder, so you better back in your shell
Or run you get injured
A Ninja Turtle wouldn't come toward us
Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt is
Cause smoke you on any joint
Bad and back, bitch
You might experience shortness of breath
As you sit your lungs punctured
Hear their motherfuckin' tears come
If I tell you once more, then you're for
You're to have to learn
How to fuckin' hear from a ruptured
Forrest, am I clear? You Gump, you're as dumb as a
To think we'd come a trump shortage
B-b-b-b-b-bass in your face,
Chuck Norris' nunchucks into guns, swords
This is what sport is
The goriest, glorious, bigamous, shogun warriors

Da 5'9"]
God damn, the boy general
Once I slaughter it, you un-slaughter it
Once I a hit, you couldn't un-order it
Hit's an order, the consortium

Eminem]
From the moment I go to bed I wake up
All day, this is all I can about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponent's heads with anger
Always, 'cause is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 2:
If I don't got no more drama, bitch, I'm a fish outta bottle
After all these I slaughter
Applause is louder, how the fuck did this happen?
I never rapped for bitches, it that my audience now is broader?
without a cause, rebel without a pause
I am a without the kami
You wouldn't be a G if it cost me a thousand
Infrared in my lead
But keep an extra one stocked though
In the pocket and both of 'em locked
And they're loaded, like cocked twin Glocks I'm holdin'
You better when you see these two dots on your colon
Fuckin' punks, you wait, just got to rockin' and
Elvis ain't left the buildin' yet, I'm still a villain
You feel a threat I step in and kill a set in a millisec
With the of intellect, Hannibal Lecter with the black belt
And kung fu, your neck and

Da 5'9"]
Respect the gun
in the Art of War book by Sun Tzu
You realize if you defy, you won't be around here long
Rapunzel (get it)
Look, bitch, I got the in my pocket
And the roll poppin', that's...
That's overkill, I keep the kill me
I keep the chill one
I hit you with a hook that'll make you see
You as soon as you beat me that you didn't
Yeah, there's one of me, now me slap you
That's a view, that's normal embarrassing
And you slap me, that's knee-slap humor, that's hardly
So we scrap over you lyin' like a cub in a forest
Cherishing a kill from a dominant

And I'm born with
of Lou Gehrigs
To torture and terrify America
Poor little
In the morning the and Law Enforcement
Will find one fourth of her
Under a barrier of the floor
With the stairs in an wooded area

Eminem]
From the moment I go to bed 'till I up
All day, this is all I can think about, (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponent's heads this anger
Always, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 3: Da 5'9]
Back then, hoes want him
Now the black all hittin' corners
My spectacular,
I spit like giving Ex-Lax to
Let me translate, I'm tryna me a bitch
And then I'm sucking on her while she naked
And then I'm on her

And I'm getting boners from I'm spitting
Getting blown to in a Toyota
Getting stoner, Brothers
Brothers, songs fricken how these birds are flipping
A time bomb with a nervous
Another murder victim, I flirted them first
And burrr-stick 'em, I burn up if I try to step up inside a Chicken
*scratching noise* wanna *scratching noise* making sure any who battle me away
Assault and battery holiday, and when you're thinking that'll be all I say
I'll start automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so the analogy
But I disappear as quick as Natalie
It's my mentality all the way, I'm normally a suicide mission to try
But one thing I never mind's getting Elvis all the time
In the articles that you write which is why I never reply, cause he died
So-a, shitting, I'm spitting my infinite supply of written
Kidding aside, critics take my little dick in your eyelid and fuck it
subjects, moving on to the next one its, Ch- Chucky
Who wanna play with number one overall, Kid
A psycho buddy who might go 'cause he don't like nobody
His knife's so bloody 'cause he just somebody
out the Schick Hydro and

[Royce Da
In light of what he, just said, for those who even kinda want it
Cause for this man, I would take a
And up all of my Lighter money
You can it pyro money, "Hi Rihanna"
I mean wait, "Hi Tianna", wait, "Hi Tatiana",
I gotta problem I don't like, it's called a model-itis
Who pussy the
That's amazing, sit your ass
I don't the pussy too tight
Get the outta here and have some babies
Vocabulary still ill, the 911 will
It's all yellow with the stripe, kill bill
I'm so far ahead of the skills
I'm ready for my past life
I'm the real

Like Holyfield, you irreplaceable? Bite it (that's overkill)
'Till I keel over like somebody roadkill and
Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, you know the
I'm not to sit and go through the whole spiel
Of how I'm, how I'm cold like a old cold snowmobile
And no but so jovial
But don't be one of who mistake me for a joke, I'm so for real
what I told the phony emcee before I broke his will
Drove a through his skull to see his soul
Told him when I snap like a
He'll get exposed like a of film
Now here he again, oh
I'm so trill, get the hoes again
Like Bill's, bitch you didn't put lotion in
The bucket, it, beat the poor little old widow
With throat pillows, soap brillos, finished my goat milk
Smoke I lit up...ah, fuck it