Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

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

Yo they comin', it's but I know it they comin'
Maybe, not lately I feel it coming I knew it, comin'
This in President, I guarentee
Jim, Jimmy, wake up, Jimmy
Only the Lord can save, 5.99 no
Let me start to this mic
Now the polar bear
And, and what was through your mind right now

Look at weak MC's getting G's
Never wore or even bellbottom Lees
Please, with fantisies about you selliing keys
When you know you bees in of the TV eatin' grilled cheese
On your knees you my steez
Kris is with these M-I-Cs

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

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

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

It's just begun to bubble, spells trouble
On the mic soon is no double
I from under the rumble
Count the poetic construction, audio abduction
Showbiz production for lyric reduction
And fly rhyme

Keep the hoppin'
Keep the DJs from the orthodox
Non hip hop chatter box
It was dope first out the box with Scott LaRock
How MC's are up like sweat socks
KRS-one 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 better cool the F out before we go up in your

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

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

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 write what I utter, mother mother
too many of us dying still trying and not doin'
Not suceeding pursueing, what you doing?
What you doing? you doing?

The is started departed 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 best
qualified to administer any MC test
Stop guessin,' class is in full
Now show 'em how