Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

1:

I the same old rhyme, the same old style
The same old runner has ran the
See, I know exactly what you know
But I know is that stuff gotta go
when I pick up the mic
Something ill jumps out my for that night
I like to talk about fact not
I got some fantasy rhymes but just
Everything I is premeditated
wanna fake it, I just hate it
Bitin routines or sayin kinda weak
My words are comprehended time I speak
Or spoken, no I'm not jokin
Please don't sleep, I hope you are
Stop! try again, you had enough? say when
I am the man the six-pack of heineken
I get
But never in your try to dis me
Cos I battle with rhymes, I battle with guns
reigns supreme over nearly every one
If you take the first of what I just sung
You spell my "krs-one"
It's

2:

Dj larock and i: krs-one
Our mother's first son and no, never run
From complex like you t-o-y-s's
Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're rockin
I have arrived for the of joy
Unlike any ordinary b-boy
I will volunteer my and launch an attack
On you fake with your yakety-yak
This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the
Consistently 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 will so you will realize and come alive
Never close your eyes, never or you might take a dive
people hate me, many people love me
Some are far me
And you know there's some me
But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the
All you mc's on a mission, you bore me
I'm the krs on the mic
Watchin all these rock their pants too tight
Cos no other creative composition on display
That give a full analysis and this way
You will pay, eventually you all decay
While the dj scott larock will continue to
records, drivin cars, and you'll know who we are
Make a mix just for
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 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 must be
Like a doctor here's my bill, I 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 probably thinking these are the for the century
But don't mention me
only elementary

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