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

Clap hands everybody, if you got what it takes
'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and on The Breaks

If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a
But I'm not the MC keepin' it real
When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's
Whenever I the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave
The rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, goes another rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data,
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald or natty dread
There was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they
Word, what go around come I figure
Now we got white kids callin' niggas
The tables turned as the crosses
Remember You Must
About the styles I and how wild I get
I go on like a age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, or player
But sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is what you all year for
The hardcore, what KRS is here for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your with mad skill
MC's can only battle rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who
of flow for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act you know
Too many MC's take that word lightly
They can't a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that they express
Let me show ya ass is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit, you the tip and shit
Too to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it a bit
My you will never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip hop it your head, I knock it
It split quick the lyric
Direct hit, fit, you can't get with it

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