Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some fear de
it out

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

Crazy MC's waste time chasin' millions
While KRS-One, the minds of the children
I'm buildin' a followin' of a and forty-four thousand
Chosen few heads up in housin'

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

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

How do you think I a lyrical style no and you figure
simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a nigga
Don't I'm bigger, it simply 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 gwan die

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

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

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

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

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

Now you wanna the dragon in sound
But got the live club show locked down
and gold don't hold in my arena
You to keep it real on the mic, when they see ya

I manifest, in the West the East and
The in rap is wack and I don't know of these
I New York to be specific
The Bronx, but in Japan I'm still gifted

I grab a jet and land on your set, what the
Twenty bucks for a rap show is still, bucks
I from eighty-six and bring you into ninety-six
No gimmicks, or lip-sync lyrics

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 nigga
Naughty Gotto, the Big productions
Of course the TAT crew, my Brim
The T.S. crew, and the whole
Bronx represent nigga, uhh
The South Bronx, the South Bronx
Bronx, the South South Bronx
Yeah, uhh