Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some de automatic
it out

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

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

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 down your mic and

Youse a pretender, KRS rules the pavement
Kickin' while you wait for your arraignment
Save it friend your chest I cave 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 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
Tonight a rapper die

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

When you was home witcha mother, afraid of the
I was out in Prospect Park
one meal every 48 hours
Writin' dope rhyme 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, took they
From eighty-six to completes my first cycle

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

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

Now you enter the dragon in sound
But got the live club show locked down
Platinum and gold 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 Bronx, but in Japan I'm still gifted

I grab a jet and on your set, what the fuck?
Twenty bucks for a rap show is still, 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
a rapper gwan die

Yeah yeah, the God Fat Joe
the motherfuckin' South Bronx
With my nigga Kris, off frauds
wanna do what?
Big shout out to my nigga Parker
Ill Will, BDP crew for life
Gotto, the Big French 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
South Bronx, the South South
Yeah, uhh