Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

Hey baby, me something to drink in here
Please sit down and watch a TV

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

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

I'm Poison like BBD the plot thickens while I be
And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and the skippin'
And cable clippin', still
Even though people ain't admitting
Through they system I keeps it
And tippin' the scale I pay tuiton not
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 drum MC's become
Like "um?" They numb, the tongue 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
one done underestimated KRS-One, yeah, so

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

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

Keep the party
Keep the DJs buggin' from the
Non Xerox hip hop box
It was dope first crack out the box Scott LaRock
How MC's are up like sweat socks
makes the heads nod

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

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 the F out before we go up in your mouth

When my turn, kid, look at what you done did
Like my head is dreadable, you
I kick incredible 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 a true crook
I read a new book

I'm on hip hop culture
Look at the tip top lyrical
Floatin' like a soap bubble that you don't puncture
Or rupture, I what I utter, mother mother mother
There's too many of us dying trying and not doin'
Not suceeding still pursueing, 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 levels of your
I dismantel stress, you're listening to the advanced best
Worldwide qualified to any MC test
Stop guessin,' class is in session
Now showbiz 'em how