Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

1:

I hear the old rhyme, the same old style
The old runner has ran the mile
See, I don't know what you know
But what I is that stuff gotta go
Usually when I up the mic
ill jumps out my mouth for that night
I to talk about fact not fiction
I got some fantasy rhymes but listen
I write is premeditated
Suckas wanna fake it, I hate it
Bitin routines or sayin somethin weak
My words are comprehended every time I
Or spoken, no I'm not jokin
Please don't sleep, I hope you are
Stop! try this again, you had say when
I am the man the six-pack of heineken
I get
But in your life try to dis me
Cos I don't battle with rhymes, I with guns
Knowledge reigns supreme over every one
If you take the first letter of I just sung
You spell my "krs-one"
elementary

2:

Dj scott larock and i:
Our first son and no, we'll never run
From complex situations like you
Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're dresses
I have arrived for the of joy
any ordinary bronx b-boy
I will volunteer my services and an attack
On you fake educators your yakety-yak
is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh
Consistently hounded by you mc
If you really want to from me
Don't time in burnin me
Cos ignorance and does not concern me
I emphasize so you will realize and come alive
Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a
Many people hate me, many love me
Some are far me
And you know some above me
But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the
All you fake on a mission, you bore me
I'm the krs on the mic
Watchin all these females rock their pants too
Cos there's no creative composition on display
That give a full analysis and rock way
You will pay, eventually you all will
While the dj scott larock continue to play
Cuttin records, cars, and you'll know who we are
Make a mix for kicks
And be on our tip
And, oh yes, there's a to the show, of course
You dj scott larock (go off! go off!)

(scott la rock) (go off! go off!) x8

3:

Boogie down productions, no reduction to title
If you have a headache, toys, go and take a
We have for the purpose of enjoyment
You arrived to make up for unemployment
You're on it only cos I just how to flaunt it
I breathed a rhyme you like a sickness and you caught it
Quick, get off the tip, trick, you be sick
Like a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out a bic
Signed my name upon the bottle cos you I just rocked em
But gettin battles really isn't my thing
You're probably thinking these are the for the century
But don't mention me
only elementary

All it really is to me and la rock...is elementary