Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

1:

I hear the same old rhyme, the old style
The same old has ran the mile
See, I know exactly what you know
But what I know is that gotta go
Usually when I up the mic
Something ill jumps out my mouth for that
I like to talk fact not fiction
I got some fantasy rhymes but listen
I write is premeditated
Suckas wanna fake it, I hate it
Bitin routines or sayin kinda weak
My words are comprehended every I speak
Or spoken, no I'm not jokin
Please sleep, I hope you are awoken
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 rhymes, I battle with guns
Knowledge reigns over nearly every one
If you take the first of what I just sung
You spell my "krs-one"
elementary

2:

Dj scott and i: krs-one
Our mother's first son and no, we'll run
From complex like you t-o-y-s's
Always junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses
I have for the purpose of joy
any ordinary bronx b-boy
I volunteer my services and launch an attack
On you fake with your yakety-yak
This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the
hounded by you mc pests
If you really to learn from me
Don't waste time in me
Cos ignorance and inexperience not concern me
I emphasize so you will realize and come alive
Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a
Many people hate me, many people me
are far below me
And you know there's above me
But this, my hypothesis, to the story
All you mc's 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 composition on
give a full analysis and rock this way
You will pay, eventually you all will
While the dj scott larock will continue to
Cuttin records, cars, and you'll know who we are
Make a mix for kicks
And be on our tip
And, oh yes, a highlight 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 title
If you a headache, toys, go and take a midol
We have arrived for the purpose of
You have arrived to up for unemployment
on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it
I breathed a upon you like a sickness and you caught it
Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be
a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out with a bic
Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know I rocked em
But gettin into battles isn't my thing
You're thinking these are the rhymes for the century
But please don't me
It's elementary

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