Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

Hey baby, bring me something to in here
sit down and watch a little TV

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

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

I'm Poison like BBD the plot while I be hittin'
And lyric lickin', any mix and over the skippin'
And cable clippin', still
Even though some ain't admitting
Through system I keeps it kickin'
And the scale I pay tuiton not bail
Drink water not ale, my MC Hammer it right on the nail
I fail with my 7 stripes

Strike one pierces the lung over the drum MC's dumb
Like "um?" They numb, bite the over the bass drum
I am D the MC Run, spittin' lyrics for fun
And for a sum of the crumb
You missed when you swung, I whole hum
Another one 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 better cool the F out before we go up in mouth

It's just begun to bubble, KRS-One trouble
On the mic soon there is no
I emerge from the rumble
the truth poetic construction, audio 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 dope first crack out the box with LaRock
How are washed up like sweat socks
KRS-one the heads nod

Say
If you really true skill
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 right
No
You cool the F out before we go up in your mouth

When it's my turn, kid, look at you done did
Like my is dreadable, you edible
I kick incredible 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 a true crook
I read a new book

I'm on hip hop culture
at the tip top lyrical structure
Floatin' a soap 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 pursueing, what you doing?
What you What you doing?

The is started 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 advanced best
qualified to administer any MC test
Stop guessin,' is in full session
Now showbiz 'em how