Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

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

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

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

I'm Poison BBD the plot thickens while I be hittin'
And lickin', flippin' any mix and over the skippin'
And cable clippin', sickenin'
Even though some people admitting
they system I keeps it kickin'
And tippin' the scale I pay not bail
water not ale, my MC Hammer hits it right on the nail
I can't fail with my 7

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

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

It's begun to bubble, KRS-One spells trouble
On the mic soon is no double
I emerge from the rumble
Count the truth poetic construction, audio
Showbiz production for wack reduction
And fly instruction

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

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

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

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

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

The session is started on schedule
I beg you please lookover my menu
What can't do I can do
Enhancing 7 of your mental
I dismantel stress, you're listening to the advanced lyrical
qualified to administer any MC test
Stop guessin,' class is in full
Now show 'em how