Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

1:

I hear the same old rhyme, the same old
The same old runner has ran the
See, I don't know exactly you know
But what I know is that gotta go
Usually when I up the mic
Something ill out my mouth for that night
I like to about fact not fiction
I got some fantasy rhymes but listen
I write is premeditated
Suckas wanna it, I just hate it
Bitin or sayin somethin kinda weak
My words are comprehended every I speak
Or spoken, no I'm not jokin
Please don't sleep, I hope you are
Stop! try this again, you had enough? say
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
Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly one
If you take the letter of what I just sung
You spell my "krs-one"
It's

2:

Dj scott and i: krs-one
Our mother's first son and no, never run
From complex situations you t-o-y-s's
Always junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses
I arrived for the purpose of joy
any ordinary bronx b-boy
I will my services and launch an attack
On you educators with your yakety-yak
This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the
hounded by you mc pests
If you want to learn from me
Don't time in burnin me
Cos ignorance and inexperience not concern me
I will emphasize so you will realize and come
Never close eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive
Many people hate me, many people 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
Watchin all these females rock pants too tight
Cos there's no other composition on display
That give a analysis and rock this way
You pay, eventually you all will decay
While the dj scott will continue to play
Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you'll who we are
Make a mix for kicks
And be on our tip
And, oh yes, a highlight to the show, of course
You dj scott 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 a midol
We have arrived for the purpose of
You arrived 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 and you caught it
Quick, get off the tip, trick, you be sick
Like a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out a bic
Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know I just em
But gettin into really isn't my thing
You're thinking these are the rhymes for the century
But please don't me
only elementary

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