Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

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

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

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

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

Strike one pierces the lung 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 missed when you swung, I whole hum
Another one done KRS-One, yeah, so

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

It's just begun to bubble, spells trouble
On the mic there 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 hip hop chatter box
It was dope first crack out the box with Scott
How MC's are washed up like sweat
KRS-one the heads nod

Say
If you really want true
Say
If you the hip hop to build
Say
be rockin' 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, at what you done did
Like my head is dreadable, you
I kick incredible shit for my
I'm jackin' these me so sue and stretch like bobbito overloops
While you sittin' on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in
You up, oops, I can read 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 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?
What you doing? you doing?

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