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
a rapper gwan die

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

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

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

How do you think I a lyrical 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 come at you poetically

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

Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you you got juice?
When you rock a pair of panties underneath bubblegoose
KRS-One will up parties dramatically
My reflex'll 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 styles that you now

Don't you realize, that I'm all about
I got friends 'cause I killed all my rivals
Show up at the rhyme recitals, took they
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
Tonight a rapper 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 about your

Now you wanna enter the in sound
But I've got the live show locked down
Platinum and gold hold in my arena
You gots to it real 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 represent New to be specific
The South Bronx, but in I'm still gifted

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

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

Yeah yeah, the God Fat Joe
Representin' the South Bronx
With my nigga Kris, knockin' off
Motherfuckers wanna do
Big shout out to my nigga Parker
Ill Will, BDP crew for life
Naughty Gotto, the Big productions
Of the TAT crew, my nigga Brim
The T.S. crew, and the whole
Bronx represent nigga, uhh
The South Bronx, the South South
Bronx, the South South Bronx
Yeah, uhh