Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Beat

[krs] i got a dope
[all] you got a beat
I got a dope beat..
[all] we got a dope
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 poetry into cash for eighty-seven
did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the parade
Go by, and why? cause wasn't fly
claim to be fresh, but they're not krs
I cannot walk around the street, with my in the clouds
Either on my gear, or havin colors too loud
Everything coincide 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 city so I do wear nike
I a funky beat, a studio like unique
I write the crazy fresh 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
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 scott got his own beat
The extravagant life, is we seek
I will tell you like this, I know for a fact
I will live a long life, and I don't smoke
Captivatin the crowd, seven days a
You know what they told me to say? I got the dope

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

For me to say again another verse of my
Means what you heard before must've blew up mind
So now time, to find, poetry like mine
Do not waste all time because I'm one-of-a-kind
Pullin out, easy goin cause the be flowin
6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always
Stupid 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 they will snap out of that, I'm krs-one
Not two, not three, but
Get it right the first 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 back in the
I don't braaaaaaaaag, the people I know
Because they're bluffin, they're 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 fresh and is my opinion
Takin out you suckers the scott larock is spinnin!

.. *guitar ..

My name is krs-one, I'm still kinda
I don't wear adidas cause my ain't run
Got on my feet, and to be complete
I can an american or reggae beat
Got rhymes for 70's, 80's, and
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
up the pace, homeboy, pick up the pace
You're way behind schedule, listen to I'm tellin you
particular style may vary
The things I converse are heard rarely
can't bear me, others try to scare me
Soundin 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
[all] you got the dope
[krs] i got the beat!
we got the dope beat!
[krs] got the dope beat!
[all] got the dope beat
[krs] i got the beat!
[all] we got the dope
[krs] beat 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...
miss idol, rocks the house...
Flavois walker, em out...
40th street black, 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 he'll run...
Bd... bd...
larock...
Scott