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

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

Youse a pretender, Blastmaster KRS rules the
Kickin' Edutainment you wait for your arraignment
Save it friend before chest I cave it in
I got my way again, I'm classical a fuckin' Harley 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 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 you got juice?
When you a pair of panties underneath your bubblegoose
KRS-One fuck up parties dramatically
My reflex'll slap a rapper automatically

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

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

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

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

I manifest, in the West the East and
The vision in rap is and I don't know 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, the fuck?
Twenty bucks for a rap is still, twenty bucks
I start from eighty-six and you into ninety-six
No gimmicks, tricks or lip-sync

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

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