Luyện nghe bài hát MC's Act Like They Don't Know

Clap your hands everybody, if you got it takes
'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on The

If you know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it
When I the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's
Whenever I arrive the party gets
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave
The video rapper, you know, the chart
Clapper, down goes rapper
another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a
Flat top, braids, bald heads or dread
There once was a about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
Want to rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' niggas
The tables as the crosses burned
Remember You Must
About the I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a age rocket ship
You be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make sure live you is a dope sayer

This is you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's KRS is here for
Big up Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
MC's can battle with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who
Instead of flow for flow let's go for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you
Too MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even
It might be the fact that they express
Let me ya whose ass is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit, you the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now it down a bit
My title you will get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split from the lyric
Direct hit, fit, you can't get with it

Some MC's don't the KRS but they must respect him
'Cause they know this kid gets all up in rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, em, disrespectin' em
Just em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can a style like mine?
I rhyme and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, always
When I roll up and rush their crew start bitchin'
I don't burn, I freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they could tangle with the of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean
You dope, you lied, I reside artefacts
On the wrong side of the tracks,
Comin' around the mountain, you run and
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking
As I spark mad
The 1996 lyrical style's what I 'em