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 on The Breaks

If you don't know me by now I doubt ever know me
I won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC it real
When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, 1995
I arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave
The video rapper, you know, the chart
Clapper, down goes rapper
Onto another matter, up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald or natty dread
once was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his instead
Want to rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around around I figure
Now we got white kids themselves niggas
The tables turned as the burned
Remember You Must
About the I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a age rocket ship
You be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make live you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is what you waited all for
The hardcore, what KRS is here for
Big up Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad
MC's can only battle with that got punchlines
Let's to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's go for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act you know
Too many MC's take that 'emcee' lightly
They Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact they express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the
I flip a script a little bit, you the tip and shit
Too to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it a bit
My title you will never get, I'm too
I'll send your my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It quick from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you get with it

Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must 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 design and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, always
When I roll up and their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I freeze, yet some MC's
Believe could tangle with the likes of these
Cross t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, like the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I like artefacts
On the side of the tracks, electrified
Comin' around the mountain, you run and
Hopin' your defence mechanism can my heat-seeking lyricism
As I spark mad
The 1996 lyrical what I give 'em