Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

1:

I hear the same old rhyme, the old style
The same old runner has ran the
See, I don't exactly what you know
But I know is that stuff gotta go
Usually I pick up the mic
ill jumps out my mouth for that night
I like to about fact not fiction
I got some rhymes but just listen
Everything I write is
Suckas wanna fake it, I just it
Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda
My words are comprehended time I speak
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 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
reigns supreme over nearly every one
If you take the letter of what I just sung
You spell my "krs-one"
It's

2:

Dj scott larock and i:
Our mother's first son and no, we'll run
From complex situations you t-o-y-s's
talkin junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses
I arrived for the purpose of joy
Unlike any ordinary bronx
I will my services and launch an attack
On you fake educators with your
This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the
Consistently hounded by you mc
If you really to learn from me
Don't time in burnin me
Cos ignorance and inexperience does not 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 people me
are far below me
And you there's some above me
But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the
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 no other creative composition on display
give a full analysis and rock this way
You will pay, eventually you all decay
While the dj scott larock continue to play
Cuttin records, drivin cars, and know who we are
Make a mix for kicks
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 title
If you have a headache, toys, go and take a
We have arrived for the of enjoyment
You have arrived to make up for
on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it
I breathed a rhyme upon you a sickness and you caught it
Quick, get off the tip, trick, you be sick
Like a doctor here's my bill, I it out with a bic
my name upon the bottle cos you know I just rocked em
But gettin into battles isn't my thing
You're thinking these are the rhymes for the century
But don't mention me
It's elementary

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