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 on The Breaks

If you don't me by now I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a Grammy, I win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it
When I grab the mic to a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's
Whenever I arrive the party gets
with the master rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the climber
Clapper, down goes another
another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Nearly Everybody
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 kids
Want to kick off the top of they head
Word, what go around come around I
Now we got kids callin' themselves niggas
The turned as the crosses burned
You Must Learn
About the styles I flip and how I get
I go on like a space age ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, or player
But make live you is a dope rhyme sayer

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

Some MC's don't like the KRS but they respect him
'Cause they know this kid gets all up in they
Slappin' and em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their mind can mimic a style like mine?
I rhyme and get mine all the time
standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I roll up and rush their crew 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 your i's whenever I
Wide, magnified, live the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I reside like
On the wrong side of the tracks,
around the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical style's what I 'em