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

Clap hands everybody, if you got what it takes
'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and on The Breaks

If you don't know me by now I doubt ever know me
I won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC it real
When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, 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 Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald or natty dread
once 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 themselves niggas
The turned as the crosses burned
You Must Learn
About the I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a space age rocket
You could be a mack, a pimp, or player
But make sure live you is a dope rhyme

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

Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must him
'Cause know this kid gets all up in they rectum
and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, em, deck-in' em
Who in their right can mimic a style like mine?
I design and get mine all the time
MC's on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I roll up and rush their they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they tangle with 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 reside artefacts
On the wrong side of the tracks,
Comin' the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking
As I mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical style's what I 'em