Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some fear de
it out

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

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

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

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

How do you think I kick a style no and you figure
It's simple, I'm a rap God, and 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, 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 pair of panties your bubblegoose
KRS-One will up parties dramatically
My reflex'll slap a wack automatically

When you was home witcha mother, afraid of the
I was sleepin' out in Prospect
Eatin' one every 48 hours
Writin' dope rhyme styles 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 titles
eighty-six to ninety-six completes my first cycle

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

I spent 40 days and 40 nights in the
I'm hard, from head to toe yo there no killin' this
I over 100 rap hooks
And sociological books, while you worried about your

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

I manifest, in the West the East and
The vision in rap is and I don't know of these
I represent New to be specific
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 eighty-six and bring you into
No gimmicks, tricks or lip-sync

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

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