Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

1:

I the same old rhyme, the same old style
The same old runner has ran the
See, I know exactly what you know
But I know is that stuff gotta go
Usually when I up the mic
Something ill jumps out my mouth for night
I like to talk about fact not
I got some fantasy rhymes but just
Everything I is premeditated
wanna fake it, I just hate it
Bitin routines or somethin kinda weak
My words are comprehended time I speak
Or spoken, no I'm not jokin
Please don't sleep, I you are awoken
Stop! try this again, you had say when
I am the man the six-pack of heineken
I get
But never in life try to dis me
Cos I battle with rhymes, I battle with guns
Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly one
If you the first letter of what I just sung
You spell my "krs-one"
It's

2:

Dj larock and i: krs-one
Our mother's first son and no, we'll run
From complex situations like you
Always junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses
I have arrived for the of joy
Unlike any ordinary b-boy
I will volunteer my services and an attack
On you fake educators with yakety-yak
This is a fact, the is here now in the flesh
Consistently by you mc pests
If you want to learn from me
Don't time in burnin me
Cos ignorance and does not concern me
I will emphasize so you realize and come alive
close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive
Many people hate me, many people me
Some are far me
And you know there's above me
But this, my hypothesis, to the story
All you mc's on a mission, you bore me
I'm the krs on the mic
Watchin all these females their pants too tight
Cos there's no creative composition on display
That give a full and rock this way
You will pay, eventually you all decay
the dj scott larock will continue to play
Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you'll who we are
Make a mix just for
And be on our tip
And, oh yes, a highlight 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 it's
If you have a headache, toys, go and a midol
We have for the purpose of enjoyment
You arrived to make up for unemployment
on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it
I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you it
Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be
Like a doctor my bill, I wrote it out with a bic
Signed my name upon the cos you know I just rocked em
But gettin into battles really my thing
probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century
But don't mention me
only elementary

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