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
a rapper gwan die

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

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

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

How do you think I kick a lyrical no and you figure
simple, I'm a rap God, and youse 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, fake ass rapper, how you you got juice?
When you rock a pair of panties your bubblegoose
KRS-One will fuck up dramatically
My reflex'll a wack rapper automatically

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

Don't you realize, I'm all about survival
I got only friends I killed all my rivals
up at the rhyme recitals, took they titles
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 rapper die

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

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

I manifest, in the the East and overseas
The vision in rap is wack and I don't know of
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 is still, twenty bucks
I start from and bring you into ninety-six
No gimmicks, tricks or lyrics

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

Yeah yeah, the God Fat Joe
Representin' the motherfuckin' South
my nigga Kris, knockin' off frauds
Motherfuckers wanna do
Big shout out to my nigga Parker
Ill Will, BDP for life nigga
Naughty Gotto, the Big productions
Of course the TAT crew, my Brim
The T.S. crew, and the Godsville
Bronx represent nigga, uhh
The Bronx, the South South Bronx
Bronx, the South South Bronx
Yeah, uhh