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 know exactly what you
But what I know is that gotta go
when I pick up the mic
Something ill out my mouth for that night
I like to talk fact not fiction
I got fantasy rhymes but just listen
Everything I is premeditated
Suckas wanna it, I just hate it
routines or sayin somethin kinda weak
My words are comprehended every I speak
Or have spoken, no I'm not
Please 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 supreme nearly every one
If you the first letter of what I just sung
You my name "krs-one"
elementary

2:

Dj scott and i: krs-one
Our mother's son and no, we'll never run
complex situations like you t-o-y-s's
Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're dresses
I have arrived for the of joy
any ordinary bronx b-boy
I volunteer my services and launch an attack
On you fake educators with your
This is a fact, the teacher is now in the flesh
hounded 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 will and come alive
Never close your eyes, sleep or you might take a dive
people hate 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 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 creative on display
That give a full analysis and this way
You will pay, you all will decay
While the dj larock will continue to play
Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you'll who we are
a mix just for kicks
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 down productions, no to it's title
If you have a headache, toys, go and a midol
We have for the purpose of enjoyment
You have to make up for unemployment
You're on it only cos I learned how to flaunt it
I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you it
Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be
Like a here's my bill, I wrote it out with a bic
Signed my name the bottle cos you know I just rocked em
But gettin into battles isn't my thing
You're probably thinking these are the rhymes for the
But don't mention me
It's only

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