Luyện nghe bài hát Essays On BDP Ism

You've got the
got the time
You've got the

Am I supposed to stand
bright lights, I'll probably get a tan here
Scott, turn up the master so I can hear, and faster
I'm the Blastmaster, I'm blasted
I know a lot of y'all are shocked 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, just couldn't beat it
'Cos I'm in a club I like to mingle
Seconds later they're playin' that
Loud as a and pumped up dramatically
So the people in the place will
Time it, and dance right it

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

But to of these am I addicted
I like to remain and unafflicted
With the sickness of
The material road of
Those that walk this road weak
can't think, they can't speak

Unself-sufficient, 'cos they're
I'm not dissin', I'm simply
if you notice, not once
Have I said name to gain fame
See it's a that they're blinded
If they had a piece of paper I'd it

That's called an autograph, this is called a
I've only to educate the mass
Of people, to this there's no sequel
Just a message, be peaceful and loving, but not a
And stay away 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 always to make
You never wanna create 'cos b-boys you don't
You're 'cos you claim it's not a gift
To execute the rhyme on time a shift
You only negativity, never productivity
For the b-boy or b-boy productivity

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

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

Just coolin' out without a doubt, life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a delligence
I am only 20, yet here's my level
Just one of the Boogie Down Production rebels
Our reputation grows as the gets vicious
I will succeed while you make wishes

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

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