Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Beat

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

My is at the top of all of those that mix
I'm turnin into cash for eighty-seven
Some did it got paid, some jams never played
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
Either runnin on my gear, or colors too loud
Everything must with the way I feel
And by the way, it's scott larock on the of steel
So I one step, to adjust the mic
I get around the whole 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 pulled their file
If need a different style we can get wild
He's i.c.u., he's out to
I'm krs, and we get ill
Dj scott got his own beat
The life, is what we seek
I will tell you like this, cause I know for a
I will live a long life, and I don't smoke
Captivatin the crowd, seven days a
You know they told me to say? I got the dope beat

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

For me to say again verse of my rhyme
what you heard before must've blew up your mind
So now it's time, to find, poetry like
Do not all your time because I'm one-of-a-kind
Pullin out, easy goin cause the be flowin
6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always
mc's on the mic the way it 'posed to be done
They rhymes all week, but I be rhymin for fun
When they lose 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 time I won't repeat this
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 still bluffin, they're not givin me nothin
I can walk around the city the rhymes I flaunt
Cause no how you front they're still the ones you want
See, I am funky fresh and is my opinion
Takin out you suckers while the larock is spinnin!

.. interlude* ..

My name is krs-one, I'm still young
I don't wear adidas my name ain't run
Got on my feet, and to be complete
I can rock an american or reggae
Got rhymes for 70's, 80's, and
Not bein but it won't pay to try me
Out to any feud, any battle, any
Make the rhymes up every season this I'm just teasin
Pick up the pace, homeboy, up the pace
way behind schedule, listen to what I'm tellin you
This particular may vary
The things I converse are heard rarely
Some can't me, others try to scare me
Soundin but not yet equivalent!!
You know ?

[all] you got a dope
[krs] i got a beat!
[all] we got a beat
I got the dope beat?
[all] you got the beat
[krs] i got the beat!
we got the dope beat!
[krs] i've got the beat!
[all] you've got the dope
i got the dope beat!
[all] we got the beat
beat 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 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 first son
And no he'll run...
Bd... bd...
larock...
Scott