Luyện nghe bài hát Live On The Mic

Yeah, this is you would call somethin' like
One of the things that, you know, when you meet goal
You get to the top of the game and the dream true
Kurupt and KRS-One

Yes, yes y'all, yeah, yeah
(Uh)
KRS y'all, uh, huh, uh, huh
(Uh)
Kurupt, y'all
Time to it out, uh, huh

Prophecy, yes yes, y'all
(Yea)
KRS, y'all, uh, huh, like this
(Yea)
You what's up comin' through like that
(Haha)

I laugh at that, whole premise is off
I'm blastin' that, somehow my foot is where yo ass is at
Abusin' it, you for 86 produce 77
I'm doin' to you on the hand still kind of new to it

I spit lead into better men, you a veteran, no tellin'
What I send to get yet another one
My voice-box send of adrenaline so you sweat again
(Unverified)

again I noticed that everybody
Think they can fuck with us but I noticed
Everybody want to be close to us, tryin' to bust when they
I seen them they ain't treacherous and they fuckin' with us

My style's out this universe, words that all these emcees
They hear pre-verbs I break them to nouns and verbs
They know exactly what I do, I run through for crew
KRS, it's on you,

True underground, Boogey Down got runnin' around
Comin' to town breakin' them all the way
And makin' them frown, true

Not a class clown, copy, guilty ass,
I with the mash out posse
The beat down posse, squad
find you was never hard

When the clip loads and I Flip-Mode
My faster, fresh blows, give my death blows
The nose, goes live at breath shows

See I heard it before, word it
it before, before
Every tried to serve it before

Be the raw dog hog servin' all y'all
Fuck with us the top dog
Murder all y'all, my minds

I'm out mind state, lookin' at me, oh my goodness
rhymes he creates
Is he the best? Wonderin', nah, ain't no
It's only me and KRS we don't no vest, mothafucka

Uh, like that, yeah, uh, huh, that, uh
(We Kurupt and KRS-One on the mic, Yeah)

Comin' through in the live
KRS-One, I'm still on Jive
But I represent now out in

Yeah, no doubt, I be the raw dog and I'm droppin'
Every emcee here to Compton
Raw dog, assassin you see me comin' through, blastin
Don't matter no harrassin, won't lastin'

The last round, the last nigga knocked
sound, droppin' off round for round
And for pound, I be from the Dogpound
It's me a Kris, you can eat my dick

I break them so quick, you can't fuck with this
The poltergiest is way nice
Break and take them in freezers like ice
Fuck around me, O.G, yo, we so precise

You know the teacher's
We will be here forever, you plottin' to
Action start, you tremor
Never lose my temper, my temple member
You know the center of the dope beat,

Yea, yea,
Raw dog style
KRS and
Yea, yea, y'all, uh, huh
this, like this

Yeah, we them bounce, I make them bounce
We them bounce, yo, I make them bounce
Yo, I blaze a ounce, yeah, I blaze a
I'm gonna to the ounce

the homies come through
Dogpound we surround like we at you
I leave ya flat,
You wonderin, you back, homie
I you all alone, in the danger zone

at Kurupt and didn't notice it was on
My homeboy, slittin', spreadin', the spreadin'
Niggas, who don't rhymes, niggas start beheadin'
Me and Kris, we do it just this
Lyricist, niggas can't with this

That's right y'all, you heard what the man
KRS-One styles could never be
Thats why we in-in the studio
Chillin' about three o'clock
And we representin' real

Now you what time it is
We got the camera in our
KRS-One, all up in the place
You know what it is
We got to come back

I got my friend, I can't remember his name
But I'm gonna flowin', gonna keep showin'
Remember the that out the box

We be blowin', that, yo Foxy you on the track
Come and get some'a pass it right back
Now my man, Kurupt, on the mic like
Now come back and beside the Kris

Clap hands, get it all together then
See me come through, me and
Tougher than leather and emcee who come through
Be than you, Claimin' they better than you
But we start severin'

Everybody at me I flows from the head
Leave them all dead, nigga, you heard what I
ass niggas, don't realize the game

Despisin' the game homeboy televisin' the
Seen the game, so im the game
Surprisin' the game, oh no, I'm the game

They shook they took down, shook like clowns
See me I be rockin' all around
you know it, oh yeah, the poltergiest poet
Throw it, I show it, homeboy just don't it

Sit on the couch, with a in my mouth
as high as can be, even though, they despisin' me
Realizin' I be makin' money than Spike Lee

And my homie, O.G to me
Yo, Kris, we do it like this
(Yeah?)
Drop them down, quick, and they can eat a

Down, Boogey Down
Boogey Down, Down
Boogey Down
Boogey Down, Down
Down, Boogey Down

Ha-ha
(Byatch)
Yo we out, dog
(Bitch gangsta life, me and on the mic)