Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, 2x with 'common' at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! me again
Is it me you're for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't trip
To an easy agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to
buy from me
I got the flame u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest illest cats you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are like to me (why? ) because they get done
Here it comes I'm as as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna bust
Not da bomb so all your threats
I'm good to go and I'm rets
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs with
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, high rollers and
Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be raps
Til I
Niggaz my tape about as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm free at
I'ma free man, free as the be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as that
So to I say congratulations
I'm glad you had the patience, you better the patience
thisisme
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony I'm that boney homey
From stoney (common) you me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far than bats and gats
It stems back to the roots of being
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I like, talkin about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't shank
I ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and don't have to show no gun
It one to know one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, at the wall
can I come off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be shit
But some say my talk don't no sense
I'm to make the dollars, my momma told me
To go to and be a scholar, but school ain't for me
So don't go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
in about seven years, I won't have no hair
But not am I the hair club president, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I still to pay 2pc dark
A raider that never lost the ark/arc, on the
But now when I rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he went south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is gonna getcha getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm that big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I probably would get bumped more if I was a
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I love music, I love my momma
I love myself, I love you, and you me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I wanna say peace to my moms, my
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's
Who are you? these people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)