Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Like (Remix)

Clap your hands everybody, if you got it takes
'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and on The Breaks

If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever me
I never won a Grammy, I win a Tony
But I'm not the MC keepin' it real
When I the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
the time as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart
Clapper, down goes another
Onto another matter, punch up the data,
Knowledge Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald or natty dread
once was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his instead
Want to kick off the top of they head
Word, what go come around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves
The tables turned as the burned
Remember You Must
About the styles I and how wild I get
I go on a space age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, or player
But make sure live you is a dope rhyme

is what you waited all year for
The hardcore, what KRS is here for
Big up Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill mad skill
MC's can only battle rhymes that got punchlines
Let's to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's go for show
Toe for toe, yo, you act like you know
Too many MC's take that word 'emcee'
They Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It be the fact that they express wackness
Let me ya whose ass is the blackest
I flip a a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is
Now tone it a bit
My title you never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split quick from the
Direct hit, perfect fit, you get with it

Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must him
'Cause know this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their mind can mimic a style like mine?
I design rhyme and get all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, dissin'
When I roll up and rush their crew start bitchin'
I don't burn, I freeze, yet some MC's
Believe could tangle with the likes of these
your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I like artefacts
On the side of the tracks, electrified
Comin' the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical style's I give 'em