Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some de automatic
it out

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

Crazy MC's waste they time chasin'
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, street rapper, rappin' to the
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 the pavement
Kickin' Edutainment while you for your arraignment
Save it friend before chest I cave it in
I got my way again, I'm classical like a Harley Davidson

How do you think I kick a lyrical style no and you
simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a nigga
Don't mean I'm bigger, it 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 your bubblegoose
KRS-One will fuck up dramatically
My reflex'll slap a wack automatically

When you was witcha mother, afraid of the dark
I was sleepin' out in Park
Eatin' one meal 48 hours
Writin' dope rhyme that you now devour

Don't you realize, that I'm all about
I got friends 'cause I killed all my rivals
Show up at the rhyme recitals, they titles
From eighty-six to ninety-six completes my first

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

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

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

I manifest, in the the East and overseas
The in rap is wack and I don't know 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, what the
Twenty bucks for a rap is still, twenty bucks
I start from and bring 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 rapper die

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