Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

Hey baby, me something 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, they
This just in President, I
Jim, Jimmy, Jimmy wake up,
the Lord can save, 5.99 no obligation
Let me start to this mic
Now the bear hybernates
And, and was going through your mind right now

Look at weak MC's getting G's
wore BVD's or even bellbottom Lees
Please, with these about you selliing keys
When you you bees in front of the TV eatin' grilled cheese
On your you know my steez
Kris is nice 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 cable clippin', sickenin'
Even though some ain't admitting
they system I keeps it kickin'
And tippin' the scale I pay not bail
Drink water not ale, my MC Hammer hits it right on the
I can't fail my 7 stripes

Strike one the lung over the drum 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, KRS-One trouble
On the mic soon is no double
I emerge from the rumble
Count the truth poetic construction, audio
Showbiz production for lyric reduction
And fly rhyme

the party hoppin'
Keep the DJs buggin' from the
Non hip hop chatter box
It was dope first crack out the box with LaRock
How MC's are washed up like sweat
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 year
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 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, 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 stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in
You screwed up, oops, I can read a true
Like I a new book

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

The session is started departed on
I beg you lookover my lyrical menu
What can't do I can do
Enhancing 7 levels of mental
I dismantel stress, you're listening to the lyrical best
Worldwide qualified to any MC test
Stop guessin,' is in full session
Now show 'em how