Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some fear de
it out

Some de automatic, yes de automatic
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go it
De automatic, get de
a rapper gwan die

Crazy MC's waste they time millions
KRS-One, holds the minds of the children
I'm a followin' of a hundred and forty-four thousand
Chosen few heads up in project

A rapper, street rapper, rappin' to the center
I enter any cipher, tales of adventure
If rappers are ridin' beats like cars, I'm mad fenders
Put down your mic and

a pretender, Blastmaster KRS rules the pavement
Kickin' Edutainment you wait for your arraignment
it friend before your chest I cave it in
I got my way again, I'm like a fuckin' Harley Davidson

How do you think I kick a style no and you figure
simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a nigga
Don't I'm bigger, it simply means I'm smarter
For starters, I at you poetically harder

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de
a rapper gwan die

Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you think you got
When you a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose
KRS-One fuck up parties dramatically
My slap a wack rapper automatically

When you was home witcha mother, of the dark
I was sleepin' out in Park
Eatin' one meal every 48
Writin' rhyme styles that you now devour

Don't you realize, that I'm all about
I got only 'cause I killed all my rivals
Show up at the recitals, took they titles
From eighty-six to ninety-six completes my first

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go it
De automatic, get de
a rapper gwan die

I 40 days and 40 nights in the wilderness
I'm hard, from to toe yo there ain't no killin' this
I over 100 rap hooks
And books, while you worried about your looks

Now you wanna enter the dragon in
But I've got the live club show down
Platinum and gold don't hold in my
You gots to it real on the mic, when they see ya

I manifest, in the West the East and
The in rap is wack and I don't know of these
I represent New York to be
The South Bronx, but in Japan I'm still

I a jet and land on your set, what the fuck?
Twenty for a rap show is still, twenty bucks
I start from eighty-six and bring you into
No gimmicks, tricks or lyrics

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go it
De automatic, get de
Tonight a rapper die

yeah, it's the God Fat Joe
Representin' the South Bronx
With my nigga Kris, off frauds
Motherfuckers do what?
Big out to my nigga Kenny Parker
Ill Will, BDP crew for life
Naughty Gotto, the Big French
Of course the TAT crew, my nigga
The T.S. crew, and the whole
Bronx represent nigga, uhh
The South Bronx, the South Bronx
South Bronx, the South Bronx
Yeah, uhh