Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some de automatic
it out

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

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

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

a pretender, Blastmaster KRS rules the pavement
Kickin' Edutainment while you 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 kick a lyrical no and you figure
It's simple, I'm a rap God, and a nigga
Don't mean I'm bigger, it simply means I'm
For starters, I come at you poetically

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

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

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

you realize, that I'm all about survival
I got friends 'cause I killed all my rivals
up at the rhyme recitals, took they 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
Tonight a rapper die

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

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

I manifest, in the West the East and
The vision in rap is wack and I know of these
I represent New York to be
The South Bronx, but in I'm still gifted

I grab a jet and land on your set, the fuck?
Twenty for a rap show is still, twenty bucks
I start from 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 do what?
Big shout out to my nigga Parker
Ill Will, BDP crew for nigga
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 Bronx
South Bronx, the South Bronx
Yeah, uhh