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 gwan die

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

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

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

How do you think I kick a lyrical no and you figure
It's simple, I'm a rap God, and a nigga
Don't mean I'm bigger, it 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
a rapper gwan die

Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you think you got
When you rock a pair of panties underneath your
KRS-One will fuck up parties
My slap a wack rapper automatically

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

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

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

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

Now you wanna the dragon in sound
But I've got the live show locked 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 know of
I New York to be specific
The Bronx, but in Japan I'm still gifted

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

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
my nigga Kris, knockin' off frauds
Motherfuckers do what?
Big shout out to my nigga Kenny
Ill Will, BDP crew for life
Naughty Gotto, the Big productions
Of course the TAT crew, my nigga
The T.S. crew, and the Godsville
South represent nigga, uhh
The Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South Bronx
Yeah, uhh