Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

Hey baby, bring me something to drink in
Please sit down and 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'
just in President, I guarentee
Jim, Jimmy, Jimmy up, Jimmy
Only the Lord can save, 5.99 no
Let me start to this mic
Now the polar hybernates
And, and what was going through your mind now

Look at these weak MC's G's
wore BVD's or even bellbottom Lees
Please, with fantisies about you selliing keys
you know you bees in front of the TV eatin' grilled cheese
On knees you know my steez
Kris is with these M-I-Cs

I'm Poison like BBD the plot thickens while I be
And lickin', flippin' any mix and over the skippin'
And cable clippin', still
Even some people ain't admitting
Through they system I keeps it
And tippin' the scale I pay not bail
Drink water not ale, my MC hits it right on the nail
I fail with my 7 stripes

one pierces the lung over the drum MC's become dumb
Like "um?" numb, bite the tongue over the bass drum
I am D the MC like Run, lyrics for fun
And for a sum of the bread
You missed you swung, I connected whole 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 rockin' all round
You better cool the F out before we go up in your

It's just begun to bubble, spells trouble
On the mic soon there is no
I emerge under the rumble
Count the truth poetic construction, audio
production for wack lyric reduction
And fly rhyme

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

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

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

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 like bobbito overloops
While you sittin' on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in
You up, oops, I can read a true crook
I read a new book

I'm hooked on hip hop
at the tip top lyrical structure
Floatin' like a soap bubble that you don't puncture
Or rupture, I write what I utter, mother mother
There's too many of us dying still and not doin'
Not suceeding still pursueing, you doing?
What you doing? What you

The session is started departed on
I beg you lookover my lyrical menu
others can't do I can do
Enhancing 7 of your mental
I dismantel stress, you're to the advanced lyrical best
qualified to administer any MC test
Stop guessin,' class is in full
Now showbiz 'em how