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 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 grab the mic to smash a rapper, go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets
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
Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a
Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty
There once was a about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his instead
Want to kick off the top of they head
Word, what go around come around I
Now we got white kids callin' themselves
The tables as the crosses burned
Remember You Must
About the styles I flip and how I get
I go on a space age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or
But make live you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is for
Big up Grand Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
MC's can only battle with rhymes got punchlines
Let's 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 that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that they wackness
Let me show ya ass is the blackest
I a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it a bit
My you will never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split quick 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 this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a like mine?
I design and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, dissin'
When I roll up and rush their crew start bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet MC's
Believe they could tangle the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I like artefacts
On the side of the tracks, electrified
around the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking
As I spark mad
The 1996 style's what I give 'em