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 know me by now I doubt 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 smash a rapper, go "Illlll!"
the time as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets
Flow with the master rhymer, to leave behind
The rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, down goes rapper
Onto another matter, up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a
Flat top, braids, bald or natty dread
once was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
Want to kick rhymes off the top of head
Word, what go come around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' niggas
The turned 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 be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But sure live you is a dope 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 grill with mad skill
MC's can battle with rhymes that got punchlines
battle to see who headlines
Instead of for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act you know
Too many MC's take word 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even
It might be the fact that they wackness
Let me show ya ass is the blackest
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 tone it a bit
My title you 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 your head, I knock it
It split from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get it

Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must him
they know this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a like mine?
I design rhyme and get mine all the
MC's standin' on the sidelines, always
When I roll up and rush their crew start bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet MC's
Believe they tangle with the likes of these
Cross t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean
You dope, you lied, I reside like
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 mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical what I give 'em