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

Clap your everybody, if you got what 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 ever know me
I won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC it real
When I the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the as I rhyme, it's 1995
I arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, to leave behind
The rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, down goes another
another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Nearly Everybody
up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, heads or natty dread
There once was a story about a man Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his instead
Want to rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around come I figure
Now we got kids callin' themselves niggas
The tables as the crosses burned
Remember You Must
the styles I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a age rocket ship
You be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make sure you is a dope rhyme sayer

is what you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's KRS is here for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, ill
If you see ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
MC's can only with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who
Instead of for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you act like you know
Too many MC's take that 'emcee' lightly
They can't a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the that they express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the
I a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, style is counterfeit
Now it down a bit
My you will never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your family my sentiments, my is toxic
I rock and shock 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 must respect him
they know this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, em
Just deckin' em, em, deck-in' em
Who in right mind can mimic a style like mine?
I design and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, dissin'
I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they tangle with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I
Wide, magnified, like the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I reside like
On the wrong of the tracks, electrified
Comin' around the mountain, you run and
Hopin' your mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I spark mad
The 1996 lyrical style's what I 'em