Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Thought (I Must Roc The Mic)

You will conquer the champion
You never will conquer the
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Alright, check it out ninety-three lyrics, we go

I never want a jheri curl up my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be black
I want money if my lyrics are wack
So I must, rock, the mic

I play only the and I play only rap
I the African, the European, and Jap
I got to show you that I am all that
So I must, rock, the mic

Are you tired of liars, passing fliers
MC's but really good triers
Tripping mic cords, getting you bored
A total fraud, this kind of I can't afford

So I up the mic and kill it ill it top bill it
The cough is a skillet, where MC's get in it
You got beef chill it, blood I it
After seven long years of ripping the party and I'm widdit
You call my name I don't about suing ya
I to the club with that booyaka

Laughing I'm doin' ya the crowd is booin' ya
Gimme one month, for record on tape I'll ruin ya
Some likkle awl pon sound bwoy wanna if rule de
His style is pretty beats and rhymes are dibby dibby

Here comes the ratical teacha
I'll eat ya defeat ya ya till ya stagger and ya teeth chatter
You'll be goin' through convulsions as I flash
Any can be a decapitated rapper now what's the matter

You're of more junk than a sausage
Let me you what a real hip hop artist

My from the Bronx
My from the Bronx
My from the Bronx
My posse from the

I never want a curl up under my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be strictly
I never money if my lyrics are wack
So I must, rock, the mic

I play only the reggae and I only rap
I the African, the European, and Jap
I got to show you that I am all that
So I must, rock, the mic

Of course, yeah I'm the most brilliant recording artist in life
have to repeat a rhyme style twice, precise
In a lyrical drought like water to your lips oh yes my lyrics suffice
I'm nice, like and rice, I am delicious

Who's the freshest lyricist on the mic, you want to fuck with Kris is
Lyric for lyric rhyme for rhyme style for I break you like dishes
Either you come fully correct or the lyrics you makin' wishes
We got no time for fake leaders and dreamers blowin' wishes

You see a fraud, I mean a fraud in fraudulation
I know what it is, the crown of supremacy you're tastin'
And yes, before the flavor hits your greedy
You get up by KRS-One

Now, lyrics, somebody want lyrics, the lyrical terrorist
Here's a somethin for you all to remember Kris
And remember this I am no pessimist, more of an
Activist revolutionist, yes the hardest
And the smartest, Premier, spark

My from the Bronx
My posse from the
My posse the Bronx
My posse from the

I never want a curl up under my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be black
I want money if my lyrics are wack
So I must, rock, the mic

I play only the reggae and I play rap
I the African, the European, and Jap
Beneath I got to show you I am all that
So I must, rock, the mic