Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some de automatic
it out

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

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

A true rapper, street rapper, rappin' to the
I enter any cipher, with of adventure
If are ridin' beats like cars, I'm bendin' mad fenders
Put down mic and surrender

Youse a pretender, Blastmaster KRS the pavement
Kickin' while you wait for your arraignment
Save it friend before your chest I it in
I got my way again, I'm classical like a Harley Davidson

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

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

Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you you got juice?
When you rock a pair of panties underneath bubblegoose
will fuck up parties dramatically
My slap a wack rapper automatically

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

yeah, it's the God Fat Joe
Representin' the motherfuckin' South
my nigga Kris, knockin' off frauds
Motherfuckers wanna do
Big shout out to my nigga Parker
Ill Will, BDP crew for nigga
Naughty Gotto, the Big productions
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