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

This is what you all year for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is for
Big up Grand Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your with mad skill
MC's can only with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's to see who headlines
of flow for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act you know
Too many MC's take word 'emcee' lightly
They Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that express wackness
Let me show ya ass is the blackest
I flip a a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now it down a bit
My title you never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and 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
and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, deckin' em, em
Who in their right can mimic a style like mine?
I rhyme and get mine all the time
MC's on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet MC's
Believe they could tangle the likes of these
your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean
You dope, you lied, I like artefacts
On the side of the tracks, electrified
Comin' the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my lyricism
As I mad iszm
The 1996 style's what I give 'em