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 know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me
I won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it
When I the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart
Clapper, down another rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data,
Knowledge Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or dread
There once was a story a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
Want to rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around come I figure
Now we got white kids callin' niggas
The tables turned as the crosses
You Must Learn
About the styles I and how wild I get
I go on like a space age rocket
You be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make sure live you is a dope rhyme

This is what you all year for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is for
Big up Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your with mad skill
MC's can only with rhymes that got punchlines
battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's go show for
Toe for toe, yo, you act like you know
Too MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
They Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact they express wackness
Let me show ya ass is the blackest
I flip a a little 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 will never get, I'm too
I'll send your family my sentiments, my is toxic
When I and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split quick the lyric
hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it

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