Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

1:

I hear the old rhyme, the same 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
Usually when I up the mic
ill jumps out my mouth for that night
I like to about fact not fiction
I got some fantasy but just listen
I write is premeditated
Suckas wanna fake it, I hate it
Bitin or sayin somethin kinda weak
My are comprehended every time I speak
Or spoken, no I'm not jokin
don't sleep, I hope you are awoken
Stop! try this again, you had enough? say
I am the man the six-pack of heineken
I get
But never in your try to dis me
Cos I don't battle with rhymes, I battle guns
reigns supreme over nearly every one
If you take the first letter of what I just
You my name "krs-one"
elementary

2:

Dj larock and i: krs-one
Our mother's first son and no, we'll run
From complex situations like you
Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're dresses
I arrived for the purpose of joy
Unlike any bronx b-boy
I volunteer my services and launch an attack
On you educators with your yakety-yak
This is a fact, the teacher is now in the flesh
hounded by you mc pests
If you really want to learn me
Don't waste 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 hate me, many people love me
are far below me
And you know there's 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 females rock their pants too tight
Cos there's no other composition on display
give a full analysis and rock this way
You will pay, eventually you all will
While the dj scott will 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, there's a to the show, of course
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 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 only cos I learned just how to it
I breathed a rhyme you like a sickness and you caught it
Quick, get off the tip, trick, you be sick
a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out with a bic
Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know I just em
But gettin into really isn't my thing
You're probably 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