Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't out here change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x with at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! it's me
Is it me looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't even
To an easy travel agent now we fly for
I can be fly for free, you want flyer to read
Then buy 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 jobs to me (why? ) because they get
Here it comes I'm as as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna dickses
Not da bomb so save all your
I'm good to go and also I'm
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks with butters, high rollers and
Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be raps
Til I
play my tape about as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
I'ma man, free as the world be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as investor
So to myself I say
I'm glad you had the patience, you have the patience
thisisme
"i love the way I am and can't out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
scony rony I'm that boney homey
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
take it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than bats and
It stems back to the roots of true
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot I ain't shank nobody
I ain't nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still don't have to no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can me
How to be, cause i'ma be me,
I'm a man, now check it
"i the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the wall
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be talkin
But some say my talk don't make no
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my momma me
To go to school and be a scholar, but ain't for me
So even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about seven years, I have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm a client
I come off like a toupee, I still to pay 2pc dark
A raider that never the ark/arc, on the shot
But now I shoot rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo wanted to be a
But he went down south, and fell in call me love
Cause love is getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
from east to west, all across the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz when bumpin
I probably would get bumped if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I love good music, I my momma
I myself, I love you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I say peace to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in to my aunt stella
My moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)