Luyện nghe bài hát Live On The Mic

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

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

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

I laugh at that, your premise is off
I'm that, somehow my foot is exactly where yo ass is at
it, you know 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 to get them yet another one
My voice-box send shocks of adrenaline so you again
(Unverified)

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

My style's out universe, words that serve 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, on you, baby

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

Not a class clown, copy, guilty ass,
I roll with the mash out
The beat down posse, terror
You'll you was never hard

When the clip loads and I yell
My faster, fresh blows, give my death blows
The best nose, goes live at shows

See I heard it before, word it
Worded it before,
Every emcee tried to it before

Be Kurupt the raw dog hog all y'all
around with us the top dog
Murder all y'all, my minds

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

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

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

Yeah, no doubt, I be kurupt the raw dog and I'm
Every emcee from to Compton
Raw dog, assassin when you see me through, blastin
Don't matter no harrassin, they 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, nigga you can eat my

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's y'all, you heard what the man said
KRS-One styles could be dead
Thats why we still in-in the
Chillin' it's three o'clock
And we representin' hip-hop

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 back again

I got my friend, I remember his name again
But I'm keep flowin', gonna keep showin'
Remember the skills out the box

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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