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 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!"
Check the time as I rhyme, 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets
Flow with the rhymer, that's to leave behind
The rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, down goes 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 heads or dread
There was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
to kick rhymes off the top of they head
Word, go around come around I figure
Now we got kids callin' themselves niggas
The tables as the crosses burned
You Must 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, or player
But make sure you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is what you waited all 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 grill with mad
MC's can only battle with rhymes 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 take that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't a Crowd, not even slightly
It be the fact that they express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the
I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and
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 your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It quick from the lyric
hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it

Some MC's don't like the KRS but must respect him
'Cause know this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
deckin' 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 rush crew they start bitchin'
I burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they tangle with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live the ocean 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 mechanism can divert my lyricism
As I mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical style's I give 'em