Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Beat

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

My name is at the top of all of those mix
I'm turnin into cash for eighty-seven
Some did it got paid, jams were never played
But I am a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why? they wasn't fly
Others to be fresh, but they're not krs
I cannot walk the street, with my head in the clouds
Either runnin on my gear, or colors too loud
Everything must coincide the way I feel
And by the way, it's scott on the wheels of steel
So I take one step, to the mic
I get around the city so I do wear nike
I like a funky beat, a like unique
I write the crazy fresh 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
Because we know their games, we have their file
If they need a different we can get wild
He's i.c.u., he's out to
I'm krs, and we get ill
Dj scott larock got his own
The life, is what we seek
I tell you like this, cause I know for a fact
I will a long life, and I don't smoke crack
Captivatin the crowd, seven days a
You know what they told me to say? I got the dope

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

For me to say again another of my rhyme
Means what you heard before 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, goin cause the money be flowin
6'4", brown eyes, and I'm showin
Stupid mc's on the mic the way it 'posed to be
study rhymes all week, but I be rhymin for fun
When 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 time I won't this rhyme
If you think that you can burn me with your ways
Keep in mind that I been out there, from in the days
I don't braaaaaaaaag, about the I know
Because they're bluffin, they're not givin me nothin
I can walk around the city with the rhymes I
Cause no matter how you front they're the ones you want
See, I am funky and poetry is my opinion
Takin out you while the scott larock is spinnin!

.. interlude* ..

My is krs-one, I'm still kinda young
I don't wear adidas cause my 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 conceited 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
You're way behind schedule, listen to what I'm you
This style may vary
The things I converse about are rarely
Some 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 beat?
you got the dope beat
[krs] i got the beat!
[all] we got the beat!
[krs] i've got the beat!
[all] you've got the dope
[krs] i got the beat!
[all] we got the dope
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 idol, rocks the house...
walker, turns em out...
40th black, knocks em out...
To my mellow moses gun, the house...
Naughty, it out...
Mcboo, it out...
Chuck chillout, 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