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 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 only MC keepin' it
When I grab the mic to a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's
Whenever I the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to behind
The rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, down goes another
Onto another matter, punch up the data,
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald or natty dread
There was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
Want to rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around around I figure
Now we got white kids themselves niggas
The tables as the crosses burned
Remember You Learn
About the styles I and how wild I get
I go on a space 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 waited all for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is for
Big up Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
MC's can only battle with rhymes got punchlines
Let's to see who headlines
of flow for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you
Too many take that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even
It might be the fact that express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the
I flip a script a little bit, you the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, you bit, your 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 style is
I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It quick from the lyric
hit, perfect fit, you can't 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 em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style mine?
I rhyme and get mine all the time
MC's on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some
Believe they could tangle with the of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's 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 spark mad
The lyrical style's what I give 'em