Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

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

Yo comin', it's crazy but I know it they comin'
Maybe, not lately I feel it coming I knew it, they
just in President, I guarentee
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 BVD's or even bellbottom Lees
Please, with these fantisies 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 like BBD the thickens while I be hittin'
And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and the skippin'
And clippin', still sickenin'
Even though some ain't admitting
Through they I keeps it kickin'
And tippin' the I pay tuiton not bail
Drink water not ale, my MC Hammer hits it on the nail
I can't fail with my 7

one pierces the lung over the drum MC's become dumb
Like "um?" They numb, bite the tongue the bass drum
I am D the MC Run, spittin' lyrics for fun
And for a sum of the bread
You when you swung, I connected whole hum
Another one underestimated KRS-One, yeah, so

Say
If you want true 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 spells
On the mic soon there is no
I emerge from under the
Count the truth construction, audio abduction
Showbiz for wack lyric reduction
And fly instruction

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

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

KRS-One, yes my son
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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 mouth

When it's my turn, kid, look at what you did
Like my head is dreadable, you
I incredible shit for my poeple
I'm these like me so sue and stretch like bobbito overloops
you sittin' on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in group
You screwed up, oops, I can read a crook
Like I read a new

I'm hooked on hip hop
Look at the tip top structure
Floatin' like a soap bubble that you wann puncture
Or rupture, I write what I utter, mother mother
too many of us dying 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 lookover my lyrical menu
What others do I can do
Enhancing 7 levels of mental
I stress, you're listening to the advanced lyrical best
Worldwide to administer any MC test
Stop guessin,' class is in session
Now showbiz 'em how