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

Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it
'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 never won a Grammy, I won't win a
But I'm not the MC keepin' it real
When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's
Whenever I arrive the gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to behind
The video rapper, you know, the climber
Clapper, goes another rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data,
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a
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 kick off the top of they head
Word, what go around come around I
Now we got white kids callin' themselves
The tables turned as the crosses
Remember You Learn
About the styles I and how wild I get
I go on like a age rocket ship
You be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make sure you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is for
Big up Grand Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
MC's can battle with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who
Instead of flow for let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you act like you know
Too many MC's take that word lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even
It be the fact that they express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the
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 you will never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your family my sentiments, my is toxic
I rock 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 selectin' em, checkin' em, em
Just deckin' em, deckin' em, em
Who in right mind can mimic a style like mine?
I rhyme and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, dissin'
When I roll up and rush their crew they start
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet MC's
Believe they could with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I
Wide, magnified, live like the tide
You dope, you lied, I reside like
On the side 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 style's what I give 'em