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

Clap your hands everybody, if you got 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 win a Tony
But I'm not the MC keepin' it real
When I the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, 1995
Whenever I the party gets liver
Flow the master rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart
Clapper, down goes rapper
Onto another matter, up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a
top, braids, bald heads or natty dread
There was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they
Word, go around come around I figure
Now we got kids callin' themselves niggas
The tables as the crosses burned
Remember You Must
About the I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, or player
But make sure live you is a dope rhyme

This is you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's KRS is here for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill mad skill
can only battle with 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 that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that they express
Let me show ya whose ass is the
I flip a script a little bit, you the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, style is counterfeit
Now it down a bit
My title you never get, I'm too intelligent
send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock head, I knock it
It quick from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get it

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