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 gwan die

Crazy waste they time chasin' millions
While KRS-One, holds the of the children
I'm buildin' a followin' of a hundred and thousand
Chosen few heads up in housin'

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

Youse a pretender, Blastmaster KRS rules the
Kickin' Edutainment while you for your arraignment
Save it before your chest I cave it in
I got my way again, I'm classical like a fuckin' 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 simply I'm smarter
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 gwan die

Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you you got juice?
When you a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose
KRS-One will up parties dramatically
My reflex'll slap a wack automatically

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

you realize, that I'm all about survival
I got only 'cause I killed all my rivals
Show up at the rhyme recitals, they titles
From eighty-six to ninety-six completes my cycle

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

I spent 40 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 sociological books, while you about your looks

Now you wanna enter the dragon in
But got the live club show locked down
and gold don't hold in my arena
You gots to keep it real on the mic, when 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 Japan I'm gifted

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

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
the motherfuckin' South Bronx
With my nigga Kris, off frauds
Motherfuckers wanna do
Big shout out to my nigga Kenny
Ill Will, BDP for life nigga
Naughty Gotto, the Big French
Of course the TAT crew, my Brim
The T.S. crew, and the Godsville
Bronx represent nigga, uhh
The South Bronx, the South Bronx
Bronx, the South South Bronx
Yeah, uhh