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

Clap hands everybody, if you got what it takes
'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 won't win a
But I'm not the only MC it real
I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's
I arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart
Clapper, down goes rapper
another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
Flat top, braids, heads or natty 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 come around I figure
Now we got white callin' themselves niggas
The tables turned as the crosses
You Must Learn
About the styles I flip and how I get
I go on like a age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or
But make sure live you is a dope sayer

This is you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill mad skill
MC's can only battle with rhymes got punchlines
battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you act like you know
Too many MC's take that 'emcee' lightly
They Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that express wackness
Let me show ya ass is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and
Too sick to get with it, you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it a bit
My title you will 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 the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get it

Some MC's don't like the KRS but must respect him
'Cause they know this kid gets all up in rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, em
Just deckin' em, em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style like
I rhyme and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, always
When I up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they could tangle the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean
You dope, you lied, I reside artefacts
On the wrong of the tracks, electrified
Comin' around the mountain, you run and
Hopin' your defence mechanism can my heat-seeking lyricism
As I mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical what I give 'em