Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

1:

I the same old rhyme, the same old style
The old runner has ran the mile
See, I don't know what you know
But what I know is stuff gotta go
Usually I pick up the mic
Something ill jumps out my mouth for that
I to talk about fact not fiction
I got some fantasy rhymes but listen
Everything I write is
Suckas wanna it, I just hate it
Bitin or sayin somethin kinda weak
My words are every 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 with the of heineken
I get
But in your life try to dis me
Cos I don't battle with rhymes, I battle with
Knowledge reigns over nearly every one
If you take the first letter of 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 you t-o-y-s's
Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're dresses
I have for the purpose of joy
Unlike any bronx b-boy
I will volunteer my services and an attack
On you educators with your yakety-yak
is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh
Consistently by you mc pests
If you really want to from me
Don't time in burnin me
Cos ignorance and does not concern me
I will emphasize so you will realize and alive
Never your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive
Many people me, many people love me
Some are far me
And you know some above me
But this, my hypothesis, to the story
All you fake on a mission, you bore me
I'm the krs on the mic
Watchin all these females rock pants too tight
Cos no other creative composition on display
give a full analysis and rock this way
You will pay, you all will decay
While the dj larock will continue to play
Cuttin records, cars, and you'll know who we are
Make a mix just for
And be on our tip
And, oh yes, there's a highlight to the show, of
You hear dj 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 arrived for the purpose of enjoyment
You have arrived to up for unemployment
You're on it 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 here's my bill, I it out with a bic
Signed my name upon the bottle cos you I just rocked em
But into battles really isn't my thing
probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century
But please don't me
only elementary

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