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

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

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!"
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 goes another
Onto another matter, up the data, Blastmaster
Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a
Flat top, braids, heads or natty dread
There once was a story about a man Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
Want to kick off the top of they head
Word, what go around around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' niggas
The tables as the crosses burned
Remember You Must
About the styles I flip and how I get
I go on a space age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or
But make sure you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is what you all year for
The hardcore, that's KRS is here for
Big up Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad
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 MC's take that 'emcee' lightly
They Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact they express wackness
Let me ya whose ass is the blackest
I flip a 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 never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I it
It split quick from the
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get it

MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him
'Cause know this kid gets all up in they rectum
and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style mine?
I rhyme and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, dissin'
I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they 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 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 1996 lyrical style's I give 'em