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 Premier's on The

If you don't know me by now I you'll ever know me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a
But I'm not the only MC it real
When I grab the mic to a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party liver
with the master rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the climber
Clapper, down another rapper
Onto matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a
Flat top, braids, bald heads or dread
There once was a story 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 around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves
The tables turned as the burned
You Must Learn
About the styles I flip and how 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 what you waited all for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is for
Big up Grand Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill mad skill
MC's can only battle rhymes that got punchlines
Let's to see who headlines
Instead of for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you
Too many MC's take that 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even
It might be the fact they express wackness
Let me ya whose ass is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and
Too sick to get it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it a bit
My title you will get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split quick from the
Direct hit, 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
deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style like
I design and get mine all the time
standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet MC's
Believe they tangle with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's I arrive
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 mechanism can divert my heat-seeking
As I spark mad
The 1996 style's what I give 'em