Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Beat

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

My is at the top of all of those that mix
I'm turnin poetry into 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? they wasn't fly
claim to be fresh, but they're not krs
I walk around the street, with my head in the clouds
Either runnin on my gear, or havin colors too
Everything must coincide the way I feel
And by the way, it's scott on the wheels of steel
So I one step, to adjust the mic
I get around the whole city so I do wear
I like a beat, a studio like 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 claim to be in society
we know their games, we have pulled their file
If they need a different style we can get
He's i.c.u., 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, seven a week
You know they 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 beat?
you got a dope beat
[krs] i got a 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
Pullin out, easy goin cause the money be
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 will snap out of that, because I'm
Not two, not three, but
Get it right the first I won't repeat this rhyme
If you think that you can me with your amateur ways
Keep in mind that I been out there, from in the days
I braaaaaaaaag, about the people I know
Because they're still bluffin, they're not me nothin
I can walk around the city 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
Takin out you suckers while the scott is spinnin!

.. interlude* ..

My name is krs-one, I'm still kinda
I don't wear adidas cause my name run
Got nike's on my feet, and to be
I can rock an american or beat
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
the rhymes up every season this style I'm just teasin
Pick up the pace, homeboy, up the pace
way behind schedule, listen to what I'm tellin you
This style may vary
The things I about are heard rarely
Some can't bear me, others try to me
Soundin but not yet equivalent!!
You what? ?

[all] you got a dope
i got a dope beat!
[all] we got a beat
I got the dope beat?
[all] you got the dope
[krs] i got the beat!
[all] we got the beat!
[krs] i've got the beat!
[all] you've got the dope
i got the dope beat!
[all] we got the dope
[krs] that 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 idol, rocks the house...
walker, turns 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 first son
And no never run...
Bd... bd...
larock...
Scott