Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Beat

[krs] i got a beat?
[all] you got a beat
I got a dope beat..
[all] we got a beat
[krs] i got a beat..
you got a dope beat
I got a dope beat!!
[all] we got a beat!!

My name is at the top of all of those mix
I'm turnin into cash for eighty-seven
Some did it got paid, some jams never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole
Go by, and cause they wasn't fly
claim to be fresh, but they're not krs
I cannot walk around the street, with my in the clouds
Either runnin on my gear, or colors too loud
must coincide with the way I feel
And by the way, scott larock on the wheels of steel
So I take one step, to the mic
I get around the whole so I do wear nike
I like a funky beat, a like unique
I write the crazy lyrics and I don't eat meat
You can me up and down, and my dj too
Because we make up the down productions crew
out mc's - on the 1, 2, 3
No matter who they claim to be in
Because we know their games, we have pulled their
If they a different style we can get wild
i.c.u., he's out to kill
I'm krs, and we get ill
Dj scott got his own beat
The extravagant life, is we seek
I will you like this, cause I know for a fact
I will a long life, and I don't smoke crack
Captivatin the crowd, days a week
You know what they told me to say? I got the beat

[krs] i got a dope
[all] you got a beat
[krs] i got the beat
we got a dope beat
[krs] I got a dope
you got a dope beat
[krs] i got a beat!!
[all] we got the beat!!

For me to say again another verse of my
Means what you heard before must've blew up mind
So now it's time, to find, poetry like
Do not waste all time because I'm one-of-a-kind
Pullin out, goin cause the money be flowin
6'4", brown eyes, and I'm showin
Stupid mc's on the mic the way it to be done
They rhymes all week, but I be rhymin for fun
they lose they get upset, always pullin a gun
But they will snap out of that, I'm krs-one
Not two, not three, but
Get it right the first time I won't repeat this
If you think that you can me with your amateur ways
Keep in mind that I been out there, back in the days
I don't braaaaaaaaag, about the I know
Because they're still bluffin, they're not givin me
I can walk around the with the rhymes I flaunt
Cause no matter how you front still the ones you want
See, I am funky and poetry is my opinion
Takin out you while the scott larock is spinnin!

.. *guitar ..

My is krs-one, I'm still kinda young
I wear adidas cause my name ain't run
Got on my feet, and to be complete
I can rock an american or reggae
Got rhymes for 70's, 80's, and
Not bein conceited but it pay to try me
Out to any feud, any battle, any
Make the rhymes up every season this style I'm just
Pick up the pace, homeboy, pick up the
You're way behind schedule, listen to I'm tellin you
This particular style may
The things I converse are heard rarely
Some bear me, others try to scare me
Soundin but not yet equivalent!!
You know ?

you got a dope beat
[krs] i got a beat!
[all] we got a dope
[krs] I got the beat?
[all] you got the beat
i got the dope beat!
[all] we got the beat!
i've got the dope beat!
[all] you've got the dope
[krs] i got the beat!
we got the dope beat
[krs] beat we got? ?
[all] the beat!

I.c.u., is in the house...
melodie, is in the house...
love, is in the house...
D-nice, the house...
Gold miss idol, the house...
Flavois walker, em out...
40th black, knocks em out...
To my mellow gun, rock the house...
Naughty, it out...
Mcboo, it out...
Chuck chillout, it up...
Red alert, it out...
larock jr..
My and joy...
Krs-one.. his mother's son
And no never run...
Bd... bd...
larock...
Scott