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

Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it
I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on The Breaks

If you don't know me by now I you'll ever know me
I won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it
When I the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
the time as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave
The video rapper, you know, the chart
Clapper, goes another rapper
another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or dread
There once was a about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they
Word, what go around come I figure
Now we got white kids themselves niggas
The turned as the crosses burned
You Must Learn
About the I flip 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 rhyme sayer

This is what you all year for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is 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 with rhymes got punchlines
battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you act like you know
Too many take that word 'emcee' lightly
can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that they express
Let me show ya whose ass is the
I a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now it down a bit
My title you will get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip hop it your head, I knock it
It quick from the lyric
hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it

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