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

Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it
I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's 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 only MC it real
When I grab the mic to a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, 1995
Whenever I the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave
The rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, goes another rapper
Onto another matter, up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty
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 callin' themselves niggas
The turned as the crosses burned
Remember You Learn
the styles I flip 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 dope sayer

This is what you 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 with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who
Instead of for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you act like you know
Too many MC's take that word 'emcee'
They Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It be the fact that they express wackness
Let me ya whose ass is the blackest
I flip a script a 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 title you will never get, I'm too
send 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 don't like the KRS but they must respect him
'Cause they know this kid gets all up in they
Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, em
Just deckin' em, em, deck-in' em
Who in their mind can mimic a style like mine?
I design rhyme and get all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, dissin'
When I roll up and rush their they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I freeze, yet some MC's
they could tangle with the likes of these
Cross t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the tide
You dope, you lied, I reside like
On the wrong of the tracks, electrified
around the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical style's what I 'em