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

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

If you know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me
I won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC it real
When I grab the mic to a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's
Whenever I arrive the party liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to behind
The video rapper, you know, the climber
Clapper, down goes rapper
another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Nearly 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 instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of head
Word, what go come around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves
The tables turned as the burned
Remember You Learn
About the styles I and how wild I get
I go on like a space age rocket
You be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make live you is a dope rhyme sayer

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

Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must him
'Cause they know kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, deckin' em, em
Who in right mind can mimic a style like mine?
I design rhyme and get mine all the
MC's on the sidelines, always dissin'
I roll up and rush their 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, live like the ocean
You dope, you lied, I reside artefacts
On the wrong of the tracks, electrified
Comin' the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my lyricism
As I spark mad
The lyrical style's what I give 'em