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 they time chasin' millions
While KRS-One, holds the minds of the
I'm buildin' a followin' of a hundred and thousand
Chosen few up in project housin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't you realize, that I'm all 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 40 days 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 looks

Now you wanna the dragon in sound
But I've got the live club show down
and gold don't hold in my arena
You gots to it real on the mic, when 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 York to be
The South Bronx, but in Japan I'm gifted

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

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