Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some de automatic
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 waste they chasin' millions
While KRS-One, the minds of the children
I'm buildin' a followin' of a hundred and thousand
Chosen few heads up in housin'

A true rapper, street rapper, to the center
I enter any cipher, with of adventure
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
Save it friend before your chest I it in
I got my way again, I'm classical like a fuckin' 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 simply 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 rapper die

Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you think you got
When you rock a pair of underneath your bubblegoose
KRS-One will fuck up dramatically
My reflex'll slap a wack rapper

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

Don't you realize, I'm all about survival
I got only friends 'cause I killed all my
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
a rapper gwan die

I 40 days and 40 nights in the wilderness
I'm hard, from head to toe yo there ain't no killin'
I over 100 rap hooks
And sociological books, while you worried about 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 real on the mic, they see ya

I manifest, in the West the and overseas
The vision in rap is wack and I don't know of
I represent New to be specific
The South Bronx, but in Japan I'm still

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

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