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 you'll ever know me
I never won a Grammy, I win a Tony
But I'm not the MC keepin' it real
I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, 1995
Whenever I arrive the gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave
The video rapper, you know, the chart
Clapper, down goes another
another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly
up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or dread
There once was a about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they
Word, what go around come I figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves
The tables turned as the crosses
Remember You Must
About the styles I flip and how 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

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

Some MC's like the KRS but they must respect him
'Cause they know kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style like
I design and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, always
I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they could 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
around the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical style's I give 'em