Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some fear de
it out

Some de automatic, yes de automatic
Disrespect, MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de
Tonight a gwan die

Crazy MC's waste time chasin' millions
While KRS-One, holds the minds of the
I'm buildin' a followin' of a hundred and thousand
few heads up in project housin'

A true rapper, street rapper, to the center
I enter any cipher, with tales of
If rappers are ridin' beats like cars, I'm bendin' mad
Put down mic and surrender

a pretender, Blastmaster KRS rules the pavement
Kickin' Edutainment while you for your arraignment
Save it friend before your I cave it in
I got my way again, I'm classical a fuckin' Harley Davidson

How do you think I a lyrical style no and you figure
It's simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a
Don't I'm bigger, it simply means I'm smarter
For starters, I at you poetically harder

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de
a rapper gwan die

Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you you got juice?
When you rock a pair of panties your bubblegoose
KRS-One fuck up parties dramatically
My reflex'll a wack rapper automatically

When you was witcha mother, afraid of the dark
I was sleepin' out in Prospect
Eatin' one meal 48 hours
Writin' dope styles that you now devour

Don't you realize, I'm all about survival
I got only friends 'cause I all my rivals
Show up at the rhyme recitals, took they
From eighty-six to ninety-six completes my cycle

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go it
De automatic, get de
a rapper gwan die

I spent 40 days and 40 nights in the
I'm hard, head to toe yo there ain't no killin' this
I wrote over 100 rap
And sociological books, while you about your looks

Now you wanna enter the dragon in
But I've got the club show locked down
Platinum and gold don't in my arena
You gots to it real on the mic, when they see ya

I manifest, in the West the East and
The vision in rap is and I don't know of these
I represent New York to be
The Bronx, but in Japan I'm still gifted

I a jet and land on your set, what the fuck?
Twenty bucks for a rap show is still, twenty
I start from eighty-six and bring you into
No gimmicks, tricks or lip-sync

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go it
De automatic, get de
Tonight a gwan die

yeah, it's the God Fat Joe
Representin' the motherfuckin' Bronx
With my Kris, knockin' off frauds
Motherfuckers wanna do
Big shout out to my nigga Kenny
Ill Will, BDP crew for life
Naughty Gotto, the Big French
Of the TAT crew, my nigga Brim
The T.S. crew, and the whole
South represent nigga, uhh
The South Bronx, the South South
South Bronx, the South Bronx
Yeah, uhh