Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

Hey baby, me something to drink in here
Please sit and watch 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 in President, I guarentee
Jim, Jimmy, Jimmy wake up,
Only the Lord can save, 5.99 no
Let me to rock this mic
Now the polar hybernates
And, and what was through your mind right now

Look at these weak MC's G's
wore BVD's or even bellbottom Lees
Please, with these fantisies about you keys
When you know you bees in front of the TV eatin' cheese
On your you know my steez
is nice with these M-I-Cs

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

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

Say
If you really want 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 just begun to bubble, KRS-One spells
On the mic there is no double
I emerge from the rumble
Count the poetic construction, audio abduction
Showbiz production for lyric reduction
And fly instruction

Keep the party
Keep the DJs buggin' the orthodox
Non hip hop chatter box
It was dope first crack out the box Scott LaRock
How MC's are washed up sweat socks
KRS-one makes the nod

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

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

When it's my turn, kid, at what you done did
my head is dreadable, you edible
I incredible shit for my poeple
I'm these like me so sue and stretch like bobbito overloops
While you on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in group
You screwed up, oops, I can read a crook
Like I a new book

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

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