Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

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

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

at these weak MC's getting G's
Never wore or even bellbottom Lees
Please, these fantisies about you selliing keys
When you know you bees in front of the TV eatin' cheese
On your knees you know my
is nice with these M-I-Cs

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

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

Say
If you really want true
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

just begun to bubble, KRS-One spells trouble
On the mic there is no double
I emerge from under the
Count the truth poetic construction, audio
Showbiz production for wack lyric
And fly rhyme

Keep the party
Keep the DJs from the orthodox
Non hip hop chatter box
It was dope first out the box with Scott LaRock
How MC's are washed up sweat socks
makes the heads nod

Say
If you really true skill
Say
If you want the hip hop to
Say
I'll be rockin' all round
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 know they can't compete, that right
No
You better cool the F out before we go up in mouth

When it's my turn, kid, look at you done did
Like my is dreadable, you edible
I incredible shit for my poeple
I'm jackin' 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
I read a new book

I'm on hip hop culture
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 of us dying still trying and not doin'
Not suceeding still pursueing, you doing?
you doing? What you doing?

The session is started on schedule
I beg you please my lyrical menu
What can't do I can do
Enhancing 7 levels of your
I dismantel stress, listening to the advanced lyrical best
Worldwide to administer any MC test
Stop guessin,' class is in session
Now show 'em how