Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

Hey baby, bring me to drink in here
Please sit and watch a little TV

Yo they comin', crazy but I know it they comin'
Maybe, not lately I feel it coming I it, they comin'
just in President, I guarentee
Jim, Jimmy, wake up, Jimmy
the Lord can save, 5.99 no obligation
Let me start to rock mic
Now the polar hybernates
And, and what was through your mind right now

Look at these MC's getting G's
Never wore BVD's or even 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
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 cable clippin', sickenin'
Even though some people admitting
Through they system I keeps it
And tippin' the scale I pay tuiton not
Drink water not ale, my MC hits it right on the nail
I can't with my 7 stripes

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 like Run, spittin' for fun
And for a sum of the crumb
You missed when you swung, I whole hum
Another one underestimated KRS-One, yeah, so

Say
If you want true 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

It's just to bubble, KRS-One spells trouble
On the mic there is no double
I emerge under the rumble
the truth poetic construction, audio abduction
Showbiz production for lyric reduction
And fly instruction

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

Say
If you really want 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 mouth

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

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

I'm hooked on hip hop
at the tip top lyrical structure
Floatin' like a soap bubble that you don't wann
Or rupture, I write what I utter, mother mother
There's too many of us dying still trying and not
Not still pursueing, what you doing?
What you 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 listening to the advanced best
Worldwide qualified to administer any MC
Stop guessin,' is in full session
Now show 'em how