Luyện nghe bài hát Live On The Mic

Yeah, this is what you would call like
One of the things that, you know, you meet your goal
You get to the top of the and the dream come true
Kurupt and KRS-One

Yes, yes y'all, yeah, y'all
(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, this y'all
(Yea)
You what's up comin' through like that
(Haha)

I laugh at that, your premise is off
I'm blastin' that, somehow my is exactly where yo ass is at
Abusin' it, you know for 86 77
I'm to you on the other hand still kind of new to it

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

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

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

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

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

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

See I heard it before, it before
it before, before
Every tried to serve 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 mind state, lookin' at me, oh my goodness
What he creates
Is he the Wonderin', nah, ain't no best
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, yeah I'm still on
But I emcees now out in

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

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

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

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

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

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

the homies come through
Dogpound we like we bustin' at you
I ya flat, homie
You wonderin, you back, homie
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, start beheadin'
Me and Kris, we do it like this
Lyricist, niggas can't with this

That's y'all, you heard what the man said
styles could never be dead
Thats why we still the studio
Chillin' about three o'clock
And we representin' hip-hop

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

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

We be blowin', that, yo Foxy you on the track
Come and get some'a that 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 through, me and Kris
Tougher leather and every emcee who come through
Be than you, Claimin' they better than you
But we severin' heads

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

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

They shook down they down, shook like clowns
See me rockin' I be rockin' all
Don't you know it, oh yeah, the poet
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 do it like this
(Yeah?)
Drop down, quick, and they can eat a dick

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

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