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

Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it
'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 MC keepin' it real
When I the mic to smash a rapper, girls 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
another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm 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 off the top of they head
Word, what go around come around I
Now we got white kids callin' niggas
The tables turned as the crosses
Remember You Must
the styles I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a space age rocket
You be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make sure you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is what you all year for
The hardcore, what KRS is here for
Big up Grand Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in grill with mad skill
can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's go show for
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 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 with it, admit you bit, your style is
Now it down a bit
My title you will 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 split quick from the
Direct hit, fit, you can't get with it

Some don't like the KRS but they must respect him
'Cause they this kid gets all up in they rectum
and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, deckin' em, em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style mine?
I design and get mine all the time
standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I roll up and their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some
they could tangle with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's I arrive
Wide, magnified, live the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I like artefacts
On the side of the tracks, electrified
around the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I mad iszm
The 1996 style's what I give 'em