Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some fear de
it out

Some de automatic, yes de automatic
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, the minds of the children
I'm buildin' a followin' of a and forty-four thousand
Chosen few up in project housin'

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

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

How do you think I kick a style no and you figure
It's simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a
mean I'm bigger, it simply means I'm smarter
For starters, I come at you poetically

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go it
De automatic, get de
Tonight a gwan 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 witcha mother, afraid of the dark
I was out in Prospect Park
Eatin' one every 48 hours
Writin' dope rhyme styles that you now

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

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

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

Now you wanna enter the in sound
But I've got the live show locked down
Platinum and gold hold in my arena
You gots to keep it real on the mic, they see ya

I manifest, in the West the and overseas
The vision in rap is wack and I don't of these
I represent New to be specific
The South Bronx, but in Japan I'm still

I grab a jet and land on your set, the fuck?
Twenty bucks for a rap is still, twenty bucks
I start from eighty-six and you into ninety-six
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 yeah, the God Fat Joe
Representin' the South Bronx
my nigga Kris, knockin' off frauds
Motherfuckers do what?
Big shout out to my nigga Parker
Ill Will, BDP crew for nigga
Naughty Gotto, the Big productions
Of course the TAT crew, my Brim
The T.S. crew, and the Godsville
South Bronx nigga, uhh
The Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South South
Yeah, uhh