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

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

If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever 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 time as I rhyme, 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets
Flow with the rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the climber
Clapper, down goes another
another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Nearly Everybody
up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty
once was a story 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 come around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' niggas
The tables turned as the crosses
Remember You Must
About the I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a space age ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, or player
But make sure you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is what you waited all for
The hardcore, what KRS is here for
Big up Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill mad skill
MC's can battle with rhymes that got punchlines
battle 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 that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not slightly
It might be the fact that they express
Let me show ya whose ass is the
I flip a a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now it down a bit
My title you will get, I'm too intelligent
I'll your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It quick from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you get with it

Some MC's don't like the KRS but they respect him
'Cause they this kid gets all up in they rectum
and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style mine?
I design rhyme and get all the time
standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I roll up and their crew they start bitchin'
I burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they tangle 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 of the tracks, electrified
Comin' the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my lyricism
As I mad iszm
The 1996 style's what I give 'em