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 on The Breaks

If you don't know me by now I you'll ever know me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it
When I the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to behind
The rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, goes another rapper
Onto matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty
There once was a story 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 I figure
Now we got white callin' themselves niggas
The tables turned as the burned
You Must Learn
About the styles I and how wild I get
I go on like a age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or
But make live you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's 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 battle to see who
Instead of flow for flow go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you
Too MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the 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 sick to get with it, admit you bit, style is counterfeit
Now tone it a bit
My title you never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split quick the lyric
hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it

Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must him
'Cause they know this kid all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, em, disrespectin' em
Just em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their mind can mimic a style like mine?
I design rhyme and get mine all the
MC's on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I roll up and rush their crew they start
I don't burn, I freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they could tangle with the likes of
Cross your t's and dot your i's I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean
You dope, you lied, I reside like
On the wrong side of the tracks,
Comin' the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical style's I give 'em