Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

1:

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

2:

Dj larock and i: krs-one
Our mother's first son and no, we'll run
From complex like you t-o-y-s's
Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're dresses
I have for the purpose of joy
any ordinary bronx b-boy
I will volunteer my and launch an attack
On you fake educators with your
This is a fact, the teacher is now in the flesh
Consistently by you mc pests
If you want to learn from me
waste time in burnin me
Cos ignorance and inexperience does not me
I emphasize so you will realize and come alive
close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive
Many people hate me, many love me
are far below me
And you there's 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
all these females rock their pants too tight
Cos there's no other composition on display
That give a full analysis and rock way
You will pay, eventually you all decay
While the dj scott larock will continue to
records, drivin cars, and you'll know who we are
Make a mix just for
And be on our tip
And, oh yes, there's a to the show, of course
You hear dj scott (go off! go off!)

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

3:

Boogie productions, no reduction to it's title
If you a headache, toys, go and take a midol
We have arrived for the purpose of
You have arrived to up for unemployment
You're on it cos I learned just how to flaunt it
I breathed a upon you like a sickness and you caught 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 bottle cos you I just rocked em
But gettin into battles isn't my thing
probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century
But please don't me
only elementary

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