Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

Hey baby, me something to drink in here
Please sit down and a little TV

Yo they comin', it's crazy but I know it they
Maybe, not lately I it coming I knew it, they comin'
just in President, I guarentee
Jim, Jimmy, Jimmy wake up,
the Lord can save, 5.99 no obligation
Let me to rock this mic
Now the polar bear
And, and what was going your mind right now

Look at these weak getting G's
Never wore BVD's or bellbottom Lees
Please, with these fantisies about you selliing
When you know you in front of the TV eatin' grilled cheese
On knees you know my steez
Kris is nice with M-I-Cs

I'm like BBD the plot thickens while I be hittin'
And lickin', flippin' any mix and over the skippin'
And cable clippin', sickenin'
Even though people ain't admitting
Through system I keeps it kickin'
And the scale I pay tuiton not bail
Drink water not ale, my MC Hammer hits it on the nail
I can't fail my 7 stripes

Strike one pierces the lung the drum MC's become dumb
Like "um?" They numb, bite the tongue over the drum
I am D the MC like Run, spittin' for fun
And for a sum of the bread
You when you swung, I connected whole hum
one done underestimated KRS-One, yeah, so

Say
If you want true skill
Say
If you the hip hop to build
Say
I'll be rockin' all round
You cool the F out before we go up in your mouth

just begun to bubble, KRS-One spells trouble
On the mic soon there is no
I emerge under the rumble
Count the poetic construction, audio abduction
Showbiz production for lyric reduction
And fly instruction

Keep the hoppin'
Keep the DJs buggin' from the
Non hip hop chatter box
It was dope crack out the box with Scott LaRock
How are washed up like sweat socks
makes the heads nod

Say
If you really want skill
Say
If you want the hip hop to
Say
be rockin' all year round
You better the F out before we go up in your mouth

KRS-One, yes my son
Tweet
KRS-One, yes my son
Tweet tweet,
You know they can't compete, that right
No
You better the F out before we go up in your mouth

When my turn, kid, look at what you done did
Like my is dreadable, you edible
I kick shit for my poeple
I'm jackin' like me so sue and stretch like bobbito overloops
you sittin' on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in group
You screwed up, oops, I can read a true
Like I read a new

I'm hooked on hip hop
at the tip top lyrical structure
Floatin' like a soap bubble you don't wann puncture
Or rupture, I write what I utter, mother mother
There's too many of us dying still trying and not
Not suceeding still pursueing, you doing?
What you What you doing?

The session is departed on schedule
I beg you please my lyrical menu
What others do I can do
7 levels of your mental
I dismantel stress, listening to the advanced lyrical best
Worldwide qualified to any MC test
guessin,' class is in full session
Now show 'em how