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 Premier's on The

If you don't know me by now I doubt ever know me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a
But I'm not the only MC it real
When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, go "Illlll!"
the time as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I the party gets liver
with the master rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart
Clapper, down another rapper
Onto matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
Flat top, braids, heads or natty dread
There once was a story about a man Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his instead
Want to rhymes off the top of they head
Word, go around come around I figure
Now we got white kids themselves niggas
The tables as the crosses burned
Remember You Learn
About the styles I and how wild I get
I go on a space age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or
But make sure live you is a rhyme sayer

is what you waited 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 grill with mad skill
MC's can only battle rhymes that got punchlines
Let's to see who headlines
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 word lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not slightly
It might be the fact that they express
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 it down a bit
My you will never get, I'm too intelligent
send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and and hip hop it unlock your 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 know this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, em
deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can a style like mine?
I design rhyme and get 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 freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they could with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the tide
You dope, you lied, I reside like
On the wrong side of the tracks,
around the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical style's what I 'em