Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

1:

I the same 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 stuff go
Usually I pick up the mic
Something ill jumps out my for that night
I to talk about fact not fiction
I got some fantasy rhymes but just
I write is premeditated
Suckas wanna it, I just hate it
Bitin routines or 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 again, you had enough? say when
I am the man with the of heineken
I get
But never in life try to dis me
Cos I don't battle rhymes, I battle with guns
reigns supreme over nearly every one
If you take the first letter of I just sung
You spell my "krs-one"
elementary

2:

Dj larock and i: krs-one
Our mother's son and no, we'll never run
From complex situations you t-o-y-s's
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 with your
is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh
Consistently by you mc pests
If you really to learn from me
Don't time in burnin me
Cos ignorance and inexperience not concern me
I will emphasize so you realize and come alive
Never close your eyes, never or you might take a dive
Many people me, many people love me
Some are far me
And you know there's 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 their pants too tight
Cos there's no other creative on display
That give a full and rock this way
You will pay, eventually you all will
While the dj scott larock will 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 it's
If you a headache, toys, go and take a midol
We have arrived for the purpose of
You arrived to make up for unemployment
on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it
I a rhyme upon 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 I just rocked em
But gettin battles really isn't my thing
You're probably thinking are the rhymes for the century
But please mention me
It's elementary

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