Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

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

Yo they comin', it's crazy but I know it they
Maybe, not lately I feel it coming I knew it, comin'
This in President, I guarentee
Jim, Jimmy, Jimmy up, Jimmy
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 weak MC's getting G's
Never wore BVD's or even bellbottom
Please, with fantisies about you selliing keys
When you know you bees in front of the TV eatin' grilled
On knees you know my steez
Kris is with these M-I-Cs

I'm Poison BBD the plot thickens while I be hittin'
And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and over the
And cable clippin', still
Even though people ain't admitting
Through they system I 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 with my 7 stripes

Strike one pierces the lung over the drum become dumb
"um?" They numb, bite the tongue over the bass drum
I am D the MC like Run, spittin' for fun
And for a sum of the bread
You when you swung, I connected 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 year
You cool the F out before we go up in your mouth

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

Keep the hoppin'
the DJs buggin' from the orthodox
Non Xerox hip hop box
It was first crack out the box with Scott LaRock
How MC's are washed up like sweat
KRS-one the heads nod

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

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

When it's my turn, kid, at what you done did
Like my head is dreadable, you
I kick shit for my poeple
I'm jackin' these like me so sue and stretch like 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 hooked on hip hop
Look at the tip top lyrical
Floatin' like a bubble that you don't 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, you doing?
What you doing? you doing?

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