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 stuff gotta go
Usually when I up the mic
Something ill jumps out my for that night
I like to talk about not fiction
I got some rhymes but just listen
Everything I is premeditated
Suckas wanna fake it, I just it
Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda
My words are comprehended every 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 six-pack of
I get
But in your life try to dis me
Cos I battle with rhymes, I battle with guns
reigns supreme over nearly every one
If you the first letter of what I just sung
You my name "krs-one"
It's

2:

Dj scott larock and i:
Our mother's first son and no, never run
complex situations like you t-o-y-s's
Always junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses
I arrived for the purpose of joy
Unlike any bronx b-boy
I will volunteer my and launch an attack
On you fake educators your yakety-yak
This is a fact, the is here now in the flesh
hounded by you mc pests
If you really to learn from me
waste time in burnin me
Cos ignorance and does not concern me
I will emphasize so you will and come alive
Never your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive
Many people hate me, 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 females rock their pants too
Cos there's no creative composition on display
That a full analysis and rock this way
You will pay, eventually you all will
While the dj scott larock will to play
Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you'll who we are
Make a mix just for
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 productions, no reduction to it's title
If you a headache, toys, go and take a midol
We have for the purpose of enjoyment
You arrived to make up for unemployment
You're on it cos I learned just how to flaunt it
I breathed a rhyme upon you a sickness and you caught it
Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be
Like a doctor my bill, I wrote it out with a bic
Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know I just em
But gettin into battles isn't my thing
You're probably thinking are the rhymes for the century
But don't mention me
It's elementary

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