Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some de automatic
it out

Some fear de automatic, yes de
Disrespect, MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de
a rapper gwan die

Crazy MC's waste they 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 true rapper, street rapper, rappin' to the
I any cipher, with tales of adventure
If rappers are beats like cars, I'm bendin' mad fenders
Put down mic and surrender

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

How do you think I kick a lyrical no and you figure
It's simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a
Don't 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 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 reflex'll a wack rapper automatically

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

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

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 ain't no killin' this
I over 100 rap hooks
And sociological books, while you worried about looks

Now you enter the dragon in sound
But I've got the live club show locked
Platinum and gold 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 know of these
I represent New York to be
The South Bronx, but in Japan I'm still

I grab a jet and land on your set, the fuck?
Twenty bucks for a rap is still, twenty bucks
I from eighty-six and bring you into ninety-six
No gimmicks, tricks or 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 motherfuckin' South
my nigga Kris, knockin' off frauds
Motherfuckers do what?
Big out to my nigga Kenny Parker
Ill Will, BDP for life nigga
Gotto, the Big French productions
Of course the TAT crew, my nigga
The T.S. crew, and the whole
Bronx represent nigga, uhh
The Bronx, the South South Bronx
Bronx, the South South Bronx
Yeah, uhh