Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Beat

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

My name is at the top of all of that mix
I'm poetry into cash for eighty-seven
Some did it got paid, some were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the parade
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
Everything 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 city so I do nike
I like a funky beat, a studio unique
I write the fresh lyrics and I don't eat meat
You can me up and down, and my dj too
Because we up the boogie down productions crew
Takin out - on the 1, 2, 3
No matter who they to be in society
we know their games, we have pulled their file
If they need a different we can get wild
He's i.c.u., out to kill
I'm krs, and we get ill
Dj larock got his own beat
The extravagant life, is we seek
I tell you like this, cause I know for a fact
I will live a long life, and I don't crack
the crowd, seven days a week
You know what told me to say? I got the dope beat

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

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

.. interlude* ..

My name is krs-one, I'm kinda young
I don't wear cause my name ain't run
Got on my feet, and to be complete
I can rock an american or beat
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, up the pace
You're way behind schedule, to what I'm tellin you
This particular may vary
The things I about are heard rarely
can't bear me, others try to scare me
Soundin but not yet equivalent!!
You what? ?

[all] you got a beat
[krs] i got a beat!
[all] we got a dope
I got the dope beat?
[all] you got the dope
[krs] i got the beat!
[all] we got the beat!
[krs] got the dope beat!
you've got the dope 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 miss idol, the house...
Flavois walker, em out...
street black, knocks em out...
To my mellow moses gun, 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