Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some fear de
it out

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

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

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

Youse a pretender, Blastmaster KRS rules the
Kickin' Edutainment while you wait for 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 no and you figure
It's simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a
Don't I'm bigger, it simply means I'm smarter
For starters, I come at you harder

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 fuck up parties dramatically
My reflex'll a wack rapper automatically

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

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

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

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

Now you wanna enter the in sound
But I've got the live club show 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 vision in rap is wack and I don't of these
I New York to be specific
The South Bronx, but in I'm still gifted

I grab a jet and 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 motherfuckin' Bronx
With my nigga Kris, knockin' off
Motherfuckers wanna do
Big shout out to my Kenny Parker
Ill Will, BDP for life nigga
Naughty Gotto, the Big productions
Of course the TAT crew, my nigga
The T.S. crew, and the Godsville
South represent nigga, uhh
The South Bronx, the South Bronx
Bronx, the South South Bronx
Yeah, uhh