Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

1:

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

2:

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

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

3:

Boogie down productions, no to it's title
If you have a headache, toys, go and take a
We have arrived for the purpose of
You have to make 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 be sick
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 really isn't my thing
probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century
But please don't me
It's only

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