Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

Whattya think up a KRS?
Whattya think up a KRS?
think makes up a KRS?

Skinny cat, young cat, with a knapsack to my back
1981 the crack attack
I to let the Old English 800 suds bubble
In the car of the Franklin Avenue shuttle

Brooklyn, no doubt, Wingate Park, no
Prospect Park I'm all out
Homeless, my gear played out and I know
But I'm an MC I stay

I took the shuttle to the D and wrote my in a hour
Took the D to the E, last stop the Towers
Sittin' in the of the beast
In the World Trade Organization, harassed by police

I wrote my rhymes there on the spot
New York City, corruption was hot
sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits Center for a high price
Let me you 'bout my life

The of shit a young black man
Gotta go every day of his life
Hard times to in, wake up in the morning
God

The type of a young black man
go through every day of his life
Hard to live in, wake up in the morning
(Now my turn, listen)

Eighty-five in, eighty-six comes in
The marijuana with the cocaine mix in
High class hustlers, I'm takin' with them
My song's Red Alert, he's mixin' them

a far cry from a kid sleepin' on the bench
Now I'm V.I.P. in the club, this don't sense
But it does, as I take and hugs
From that move drugs, they say, "Kris rise above"

knew my style, Kris was no coward
I to get in the game but my peeps wouldn't allow it
They'd say, "Read them books and them hooks
Save our children, give 'em a new outlook"

So I did, I lived like any kid
But I was handed 20 books, others were handed 20 year
Still they wouldn't sell to your or your wife
was respect man, let me tell you 'bout my life

The type of shit a black man
Gotta go through day of his life
Hard times to live in, up in the morning
God

The type of shit a young man
Gotta go every day of his life
Hard to live in, wake up in the morning
(Now my turn, listen)

1987 my blowin' up now
Me and LaRock took the year growin' up now
Me I'm just a private cat, whatever you perceive as
KRS is as live as

We the livest act, in eighty-eight, eighty-nine and now
But them be far behind me now
In ninety-one, no one can me now
I chose the underground to rhyme where grimy, wow

me now, 13 albums for you to see
Or catch me speakin' at universities
My mind stays keen, I'm ever seen
I do a lot of work, not in the mainstream

Know what you need to
Old school artists don't always
Know what you to learn
KRS-One, don't always