Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Beat

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

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

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

For me to say again verse of my rhyme
Means what you heard before must've up your mind
So now it's time, to find, like mine
Do not waste all your because I'm one-of-a-kind
out, easy 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 will snap out of that, because I'm krs-one
Not two, not three, but
Get it right the first I won't repeat this rhyme
If you that you can burn me with your amateur ways
Keep in that I been out there, from back in the days
I don't braaaaaaaaag, about the people I
they're still bluffin, they're not givin me nothin
I can around the city with the rhymes I flaunt
Cause no matter how you front they're still the ones you
See, I am funky fresh and is my opinion
Takin out you suckers while the larock is spinnin!

.. *guitar ..

My name is krs-one, I'm still young
I don't wear adidas my name ain't run
Got nike's on my feet, and to be
I can rock an american or reggae
Got for 70's, 80's, and 90's
Not bein but it won't pay to try me
Out to any feud, any battle, any
Make the rhymes up every this style I'm just teasin
Pick up the pace, homeboy, up the pace
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
intelligent but not yet equivalent!!
You what? ?

[all] you got a dope
i got a dope 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!
[krs] i've got the beat!
[all] got the dope beat
i got the dope beat!
[all] we got the beat
[krs] that 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...
walker, turns em out...
40th street black, em out...
To my moses 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