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

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

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

For me to say again another of my rhyme
Means what you heard before must've blew up your
So now it's time, to find, poetry like
Do not waste all time because I'm one-of-a-kind
Pullin out, easy goin cause the money be
6'4", eyes, and I'm always showin
mc's on the mic the way it 'posed 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 time I won't repeat this rhyme
If you think you can burn 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 still bluffin, they're not givin me nothin
I can walk around the city the rhymes I flaunt
no matter how you front they're still the ones you want
See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my
Takin out you while the scott larock is spinnin!

.. interlude* ..

My name is krs-one, I'm still kinda
I wear adidas cause 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 conceited but it pay to try me
Out to any feud, any battle, any
Make the rhymes up season 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 about 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
I got the dope beat?
[all] you got the beat
[krs] i got the beat!
we got the dope beat!
[krs] got the dope beat!
[all] you've got the beat
[krs] i got the beat!
[all] we got the dope
[krs] beat that we ?
[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 idol, rocks the house...
walker, turns em out...
40th street black, em out...
To my mellow gun, rock the house...
Naughty, it out...
Mcboo, it out...
chillout, cuts it up...
Red alert, it out...
Scott jr..
My and joy...
Krs-one.. his mother's son
And no he'll run...
Bd... bd...
larock...
Scott