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 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 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 rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, goes another rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data,
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
top, braids, bald heads or natty 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 come around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' niggas
The tables turned as the crosses
Remember You Must
About the styles I flip and how I get
I go on like a age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, or player
But sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is what you all year for
The hardcore, what KRS is here 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 that got punchlines
battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you
Too many MC's take that 'emcee' lightly
can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the that they express wackness
Let me ya whose ass is the blackest
I a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now it down a bit
My you will never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock head, I knock it
It split quick from the
Direct hit, perfect fit, you get with it

Some MC's like the KRS but they must respect him
'Cause they know this kid all up in they rectum
Slappin' and em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right 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 don't burn, I don't freeze, yet MC's
Believe they could tangle with the likes of
Cross your t's and dot i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the tide
You dope, you lied, I like artefacts
On the wrong of the tracks, electrified
Comin' the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking
As I spark mad
The lyrical style's what I give 'em