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

Clap your 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 ever know me
I won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC it real
When I the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, 1995
Whenever I arrive the gets liver
Flow the master rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the climber
Clapper, down goes another
Onto another matter, punch up the data,
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Everybody
up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or dread
There once was a story a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
Want to kick rhymes off the top of head
Word, what go come around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' niggas
The turned as the crosses burned
Remember You Must
About the styles I and how wild I get
I go on a space age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, or player
But make sure live you is a rhyme sayer

This is what you waited all for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill mad skill
MC's can only 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 you know
Too many MC's take that 'emcee' lightly
They can't a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that they wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the
I a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it a bit
My title you will get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split quick the lyric
hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it

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