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

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

If you don't know me by now I you'll ever know 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!"
Check the as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party liver
Flow with the rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart
Clapper, down goes another
Onto matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a
Flat top, braids, bald or natty dread
There once was a story about a man Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his instead
to kick rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around come I figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves
The turned 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 could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or
But make sure live you is a rhyme sayer

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

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