Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some fear de
it out

Some de automatic, yes de automatic
Disrespect, MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de
Tonight a rapper die

MC's waste they time chasin' millions
While KRS-One, holds the of the children
I'm buildin' a followin' of a and forty-four thousand
Chosen few heads up in project

A true rapper, street rapper, to the center
I enter any cipher, tales of adventure
If rappers are ridin' beats like cars, I'm bendin' mad
Put your mic and surrender

Youse a pretender, Blastmaster KRS rules the
Kickin' Edutainment while you for your arraignment
Save it friend before your I cave it in
I got my way again, I'm classical like a fuckin' Davidson

How do you think I kick a style no and you figure
It's simple, I'm a rap God, and a nigga
mean I'm bigger, it simply means I'm smarter
For starters, I come at you harder

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de
Tonight a gwan die

Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you you got juice?
When you rock a pair of underneath your bubblegoose
KRS-One will fuck up parties
My reflex'll a wack rapper automatically

When you was home mother, afraid of the dark
I was sleepin' out in Park
Eatin' one meal 48 hours
Writin' dope rhyme styles that you now

Don't you realize, that I'm all about
I got friends 'cause I killed all my rivals
Show up at the rhyme recitals, took they
From eighty-six to completes my first cycle

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de
a rapper gwan die

I spent 40 days and 40 in the wilderness
I'm hard, from head to toe yo ain't no killin' this
I wrote 100 rap hooks
And books, while you worried about your looks

Now you wanna enter the in sound
But I've got the live club show locked
and gold don't hold in my arena
You gots to keep it real on the mic, when see ya

I manifest, in the West the East and
The vision in rap is and I don't know of these
I New York to be specific
The South Bronx, but in Japan I'm gifted

I a jet and land on your set, what the fuck?
Twenty bucks for a rap show is still, bucks
I start from eighty-six and you into ninety-six
No gimmicks, tricks or lyrics

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de
a rapper gwan die

Yeah yeah, the God Fat Joe
Representin' the South Bronx
With my nigga Kris, knockin' off
Motherfuckers wanna do
Big shout out to my nigga Parker
Ill Will, BDP crew for life
Gotto, the Big French productions
Of course the TAT crew, my Brim
The T.S. crew, and the Godsville
South represent nigga, uhh
The Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South Bronx
Yeah, uhh