Luyện nghe bài hát Essays On BDP Ism

You've got the
I've got the
You've got the

Am I to stand here?
These bright lights, I'll probably get a tan
Scott, turn up the so I can hear, and talk faster
I'm the Blastmaster, I'm blasted
I know a lot of are shocked that I've lasted
But Blastmaster is a subtitle, KRS-One is more
And lethal and more vicious

As the suckers say, "He just dissed us
He got a problem, yo, conceited"
I'm not conceited, they just beat it
'Cos when I'm in a I like to mingle
Seconds later they're playin' single
Loud as a collision and pumped up
So the people in the will automatically
it, and dance right behind it

Those that it on tape will rewind it
not surprising, we rock parties
Anywhere, anyone,
sound shoddy, like cardboard
But I'm blessed, praise the
You see I like to study, I money
I like eatin' bread with honey

But to none of am I addicted
I like to remain and unafflicted
With the of attachment
The road of entrapment
Those that walk this road become
They can't think, they can't

Unself-sufficient, 'cos they're
I'm not dissin', I'm simply
Well if you notice, not
Have I said Scott's name to gain
See it's a shame that they're
If they had a of paper I'd sign it

called an autograph, this is called a class
I've only come to educate the
Of young people, to this no sequel
a message, be peaceful and loving, but not a sucker
And away from negative motherfuckers
They only pull you with their hate
But wait, here's to meditate

You've got the time, got the time

Down ratin' statements you seem to make
You never wanna create 'cos b-boys you don't
You're self-whipped 'cos you it's not a gift
To execute the rhyme on time without a
You only utter negativity, never
For the b-boy talent or b-boy

Yet when all the currency comes in tax free you see me
My is Kris and now you guessed this
I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through your
It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on I shall obtain
respect from you, con, 'cos now you know it
I'm KRS One, short for poet

I do not read the paper, I the dictionary
'Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just scare me
The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be meaner
bigger gun, shoot the people for fun
If you realize this you won't be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll

Just coolin' out a doubt, livin' life a little different
Yeah, different, innocent, with a little delligence
I am only 20, yet my present level
Just one of the Boogie Down Production rebels
Our reputation grows as the music vicious
I will succeed you suckers make wishes

Time and time again I to be exciting
But time and time you prove to be biting
I need no judge, no jury, no
With DJ La Rock, better known as The Destroyer

You've got the time, got the time
got the time, I've got the time
You've got the time, got the time
got the time