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 don't me by now I doubt you'll 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!"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's
Whenever I arrive the party gets
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave
The video rapper, you know, the chart
Clapper, down goes rapper
Onto matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a
Flat top, braids, heads or natty dread
There once was a about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
Want to kick off the top of they head
Word, go around come around I figure
Now we got white kids themselves niggas
The tables as the crosses burned
You Must Learn
About the styles I and how wild I get
I go on like a space age ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or
But make live 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 grill with mad skill
MC's can only with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who
Instead of for flow let's go show for show
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 express wackness
Let me show ya ass is the blackest
I flip a script a bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get it, admit you bit, your style 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 unlock your head, I it
It quick from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get it

Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must him
they know this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style like
I design rhyme and get all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, dissin'
I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they could with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's I arrive
Wide, magnified, like the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I reside like
On the wrong 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