Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Think

You ever get to the point where you so
You ready to give up? You to end it all?
Don't do it dog, up
I care if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever
We all go pain
When you can't think use your soul,

discussions is over with, the verdict is in
I the rap throne back
I reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my is on the map
It feels a razor down the middle of my back

They slept on my ability to blow
Gave nigga credit for inventin' my flow
I'm a child of God, the risin' son
From the cradle to the grave, I remain one

This thing of ours, got competition red showers
mothers callin 1-800-flowers
My burn your ashes in the urn
Is it God or money that really the world turn?

Grab gun, separate the ones from the real funds
Inhale deep and hold it in lungs
The streets was requestin' some LL
A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in

lookin' for a leader that can guide 'em through the maze
Smoke filled rooms, breathin' in haze
Nigga's on the his whole life
He ain't got nuttin' to live for, so livin' right

But if you in the rain like hurricane
Gold melts down but it fear flames
Toxic, lethal, evil
Genocide was on the Black people

And the ghetto is a trap glass walls
Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play
We end up in the anyway
The cat and LL Cool J
It's a never ending cycle, and death
Until then may my mic stay blessed, to the

I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my
I can't think! it be the ill beats and rhymes?
I can't think! Even I'm a one of a kind
I can't think! I want the paper, just the bottom line
I think! Mo' murder every day around the way
I can't think! I'd rather get and parlay
I think! It's all about survival God
"You the epilogue by James Todd"

Put your life on the line, you runnin' out of
The coroner's callin', she know she on a mind
Amongst the dogs, real cats is hard to
Even a nigga hate it when he start to shine

Get the and run, dodge the devil and his sons
Spit powerful parables a sermon has begun
Fuck the up, leave the DJ awestruck
Attitude is what, keep the razor blade

Too much get your reputation touched
Too much rappin'll get big mouth shut
Protect your neck nigga, get it in the gut
You a vest? What if you get your throat cut

Sold your soul for a dollar, now you bad luck
Used to keep a bad bitch in the baggin' up
Player here, player there, turned you out
But never you beware
Never told you that love supposed to be shared
And you never a woman by the texture of her hair

Fancy and gold teeth, G-strings and things
The almighty dollar replace the wedding
The Ark of the was held by a king
I ain't my soul in for skins and chrome rims

I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and
I can't think! though I'm a one of a kind
I can't think! I want the paper, that's the bottom line
I can't think! Mo' murder every day the way
I can't think! I'd rather get paid and
I can't think! It's all about God
"You know the epilogue by Todd"

Think about it yo, about it
Think about it yo, about it
Think it yo, think about it
Think about it yo, think it

The dawn, of a new millennium, came to
The world around sex or cash
The Black motto, "Kiss my ass!"
Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, to blast

All I ever was killers and dope fiends
From Feds to the heart of killer Queens
Bronx and and everything up in between
No matter what, you got a Judas on your team

Givin' it to the world and I'm it like it is
Tossin' lyrical and sendin' 'em in your wig
Know where the body's buried, I ain't sayin' it is
Raised inside the ghetto, but damn it I wanna

The legendary of lyrical combat
But ain't no competition, nobody to go at
So take the time and spit a universal verse
Hit the streets a blessin' and erase the curse

I think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind?
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and
I can't think! Even I'm a one of a kind
I can't think! I want the paper, that's the bottom line
I think! Mo' murder every day around the way
I can't think! I'd rather get and parlay
I can't think! It's all survival God
"You the epilogue by James Todd"