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
Tonight a rapper die

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

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

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 like a fuckin' Harley Davidson

How do you I kick a lyrical style no and you figure
It's simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a
Don't mean I'm bigger, it means I'm smarter
For starters, I come at you 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 a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose
will fuck up parties dramatically
My reflex'll slap a rapper automatically

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

Don't you realize, that I'm all survival
I got friends 'cause I killed all my rivals
Show up at the rhyme recitals, took 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 rapper die

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

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

I manifest, in the West the East and
The vision in rap is wack and I know of these
I represent New York to be
The Bronx, but in Japan I'm still gifted

I grab a jet and land on set, what the fuck?
Twenty bucks for a rap show is still, twenty
I start from eighty-six and bring you into
No gimmicks, tricks or lip-sync

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 South Bronx
With my nigga Kris, off frauds
wanna do what?
Big shout out to my nigga Parker
Ill Will, BDP crew for life
Gotto, the Big French productions
Of course the TAT crew, my Brim
The T.S. crew, and the Godsville
Bronx represent nigga, uhh
The South Bronx, the South South
South Bronx, the South Bronx
Yeah, uhh