Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Beat

[krs] i got a beat?
[all] you got a dope
[krs] I got a beat..
[all] we got a dope
[krs] i got a 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 those mix
I'm turnin poetry into cash for
did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole
Go by, and why? cause they fly
Others claim to be fresh, but not krs
I walk around the street, with my head in the clouds
Either runnin on my gear, or havin colors too
Everything must with the way I feel
And by the way, it's scott larock on the 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 studio like
I write the crazy lyrics and I don't 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 their games, we have pulled their file
If need a different style we can get wild
He's i.c.u., out to kill
I'm krs, and we get ill
Dj scott larock got his own
The extravagant life, is we seek
I will tell you this, cause I know for a fact
I will live a long life, and I don't crack
Captivatin the crowd, seven days a
You know what they told me to say? I got the dope

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

For me to say again verse of my rhyme
Means what you heard must've blew up your mind
So now it's time, to find, poetry like
Do not waste all your time I'm one-of-a-kind
Pullin out, goin cause the money be flowin
6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always
Stupid mc's on the mic the way it 'posed to be
They study rhymes all week, but I be for fun
they lose they get upset, always pullin a gun
But they will snap out of that, because I'm
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, from in the days
I don't braaaaaaaaag, the people I know
Because they're still bluffin, not givin me nothin
I can walk the city with the rhymes I flaunt
Cause no matter how you front they're the ones you want
See, I am funky and poetry is my opinion
out you suckers while the scott larock is spinnin!

.. *guitar ..

My name is krs-one, I'm kinda young
I don't adidas cause my name ain't run
Got on my feet, and to be complete
I can an american or reggae beat
Got for 70's, 80's, and 90's
Not conceited but it won't 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 schedule, listen to what I'm tellin you
This particular style may
The things I converse about are heard
Some bear me, others try to scare me
intelligent but not yet equivalent!!
You what? ?

you got a dope beat
[krs] i got a beat!
we got a dope beat
[krs] I got the dope
you got the dope beat
[krs] i got the beat!
[all] we got the beat!
i've got the dope beat!
[all] you've got the beat
i got the dope beat!
[all] we got the dope
[krs] beat we got? ?
the dope 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 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 he'll run...
Bd... bd...
larock...
Scott