Luyện nghe bài hát Live On The Mic

Yeah, is what you would call somethin' like
One of the things that, you know, you meet your 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)
Yeah Kurupt,
to check it out, uh, huh

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

I laugh at that, your premise is off
I'm blastin' that, somehow my foot is exactly 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 better men, you a veteran, ain't no tellin'
What I send to get yet another one
My voice-box send shocks of 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, to bust when they bust
I seen them they ain't treacherous and they ain't with us

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

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

Not a clown, copy, guilty ass, papi
I with the mash out posse
The beat down posse, squad
You'll find you was hard

When the loads and I yell Flip-Mode
My faster, fresh blows, give my foes blows
The best nose, goes live at shows

See I it before, word it before
it before, before
Every emcee to serve it before

Be the raw dog hog servin' all y'all
Fuck around us the top dog
Murder all y'all, my incredible

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

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

Comin' in the studio live
KRS-One, yeah I'm 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, when you see me comin' through, blastin
matter no harrassin, they won't lastin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got my friend, I remember his name again
But I'm gonna flowin', gonna keep showin'
Remember the skills 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 back and represent beside the Kris

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boogey Down, Down
Boogey Down, Boogey
Boogey production
Boogey Down, Boogey
Boogey Down, Boogey

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