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

Clap your hands everybody, if you got 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 ever 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, it's
I arrive the party gets liver
Flow the master rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the climber
Clapper, goes another rapper
another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
top, braids, bald heads 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 they
Word, what go around around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' niggas
The turned as the crosses burned
Remember You Learn
the styles I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a space age rocket
You could be a mack, a pimp, or player
But make live you is a dope rhyme sayer

is what you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is for
Big up Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
MC's can only battle with that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who
Instead of flow for let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you
Too many MC's take that word lightly
They Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact they express wackness
Let me show ya ass is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your is counterfeit
Now it down a bit
My title you will never get, I'm too
I'll send family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip hop it your head, I knock it
It split from 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 know kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, em, deck-in' em
Who in right mind can mimic a style like mine?
I design and get mine all the time
MC's on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I roll up and rush their crew start bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some
Believe they could with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot 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,
around 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