Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

Hey baby, bring me something to drink in
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 it, they comin'
This just in President, I
Jim, Jimmy, wake up, Jimmy
Only the can save, 5.99 no obligation
Let me start to rock mic
Now the polar hybernates
And, and what was going through your right now

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

I'm Poison BBD the plot thickens while I be hittin'
And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and the skippin'
And clippin', still sickenin'
Even some people ain't admitting
Through they system I it kickin'
And the scale I pay tuiton not bail
Drink water not ale, my MC Hammer it right on the nail
I can't with my 7 stripes

Strike one pierces the over the drum MC's become dumb
Like "um?" They numb, bite the tongue over the drum
I am D the MC like Run, lyrics for fun
And for a sum of the bread
You when you swung, I connected whole hum
one done 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 we go up in your mouth

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

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

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

KRS-One, yes my son
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KRS-One, yes my son
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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 incredible shit for my
I'm jackin' these like me so sue and like bobbito overloops
While you sittin' on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. in group
You screwed up, oops, I can read a crook
Like I a new book

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

The session is started on schedule
I beg you please lookover my lyrical
What others do I can do
Enhancing 7 levels of your
I dismantel stress, you're listening to the advanced lyrical
Worldwide qualified to administer any MC
Stop guessin,' class is in full
Now showbiz 'em how