Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

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

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

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

I'm Poison like BBD the thickens while I be hittin'
And lickin', flippin' any mix and over the skippin'
And cable clippin', still
Even though people ain't admitting
they system I keeps it kickin'
And tippin' the I pay tuiton not bail
Drink not ale, my MC Hammer hits it right on the nail
I fail with my 7 stripes

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

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

It's just begun to bubble, KRS-One spells
On the mic there is no double
I from under the rumble
Count the truth poetic construction, abduction
production for wack lyric reduction
And fly rhyme

Keep the hoppin'
Keep the DJs buggin' the orthodox
Non Xerox hip hop box
It was dope first out the box with Scott LaRock
How MC's are up like sweat socks
makes the heads nod

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

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

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

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

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