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 doubt 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 time as I rhyme, it's
Whenever I arrive the party liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to behind
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 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 instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they
Word, what go come around I figure
Now we got white kids themselves niggas
The tables turned as the burned
Remember You Must
About the styles I flip and how I get
I go on like a space age ship
You be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is what you waited all for
The hardcore, that's 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 only battle with rhymes that got
battle 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 Move a Crowd, not slightly
It might be the fact that 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 with it, admit you bit, your style is
Now it down 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 your head, I knock it
It split from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you get with it

Some MC's don't the KRS but they must respect him
'Cause they know this kid gets all up in rectum
and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, deckin' em, em
Who in their mind can mimic a style like mine?
I rhyme and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, always
When I roll up and rush their crew they bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet MC's
Believe they could tangle with the likes of
Cross t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the tide
You dope, you lied, I reside like
On the wrong side of the tracks,
Comin' around the mountain, you run and
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking
As I spark mad
The 1996 lyrical style's I give 'em