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 don't know me by now I doubt you'll know me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it
When I the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's
Whenever I the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave
The rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, goes another rapper
Onto another matter, up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
top, braids, bald heads or natty dread
There was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
to kick rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' niggas
The tables as the crosses burned
Remember You Must
the styles I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a space age ship
You be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make live you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is you waited all year for
The hardcore, what KRS is here for
Big up Grand Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill 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 better act you know
Too many MC's take that word 'emcee'
can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the that they express wackness
Let me show ya ass is the blackest
I a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it a bit
My title you will never get, I'm too
I'll your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I it
It quick from the lyric
Direct hit, fit, you can't get with it

Some MC's like the KRS but they must respect him
'Cause know this kid gets all up in they rectum
and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style like
I design rhyme and get 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 they could with the likes of these
Cross t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean
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 my heat-seeking lyricism
As I spark mad
The 1996 lyrical style's what I 'em