Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

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

Yo comin', it's crazy but I know it they comin'
Maybe, not lately I feel it coming I knew it, they
This just in President, I
Jim, Jimmy, Jimmy up, Jimmy
Only the can save, 5.99 no obligation
Let me start to this 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, these fantisies about you selliing keys
When you know you in front of the TV eatin' grilled cheese
On your knees you know my
is nice with these M-I-Cs

I'm Poison like BBD the plot thickens I be hittin'
And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and the skippin'
And clippin', still sickenin'
Even though some people ain't
Through they I keeps it kickin'
And tippin' the scale I pay tuiton not
Drink water not ale, my MC Hammer hits it on the nail
I can't fail my 7 stripes

Strike one pierces the lung over the MC's become dumb
Like "um?" They numb, 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
Another one underestimated KRS-One, yeah, so

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

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

Keep the party
the DJs buggin' from the orthodox
Non Xerox hip hop box
It was dope first crack out the box with Scott
How MC's are washed up 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 all year 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, 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 is dreadable, you edible
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 mics for U.S. troops in group
You screwed up, oops, I can a true crook
Like I read a new

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 what I utter, mother mother mother
There's too many of us still trying and not doin'
Not suceeding pursueing, what you doing?
you doing? What you doing?

The session is started departed on
I beg you please lookover my menu
What others do I can do
Enhancing 7 of your mental
I dismantel stress, you're to the advanced lyrical best
Worldwide to administer any MC test
Stop guessin,' is in full session
Now show 'em how