Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

Whattya think up a KRS?
Whattya think makes up a
Whattya makes up a KRS?

Skinny cat, cat, with a knapsack strapped to my back
1981 the crack attack
I used to let the Old English 800 suds
In the car of the Franklin Avenue shuttle

Brooklyn, no doubt, Park, no doubt
Prospect Park I'm all out
Homeless, my gear played out and I know
But I'm an MC I stay

I the shuttle to the D and wrote my rhymes in a hour
Took the D to the E, stop the Twin Towers
in the belly of the beast
In the World Organization, bein' harassed by police

I my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 was hot
sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits Center for a high price
Let me you 'bout my life

The of shit a young black man
Gotta go through day of his life
Hard times to live in, wake up in the
God

The of shit a young black man
go through every day of his life
Hard times to live in, wake up in the
(Now my turn, listen)

Eighty-five in, eighty-six comes in
The with the cocaine mix comes in
High class hustlers, I'm takin' flicks them
My first song's Red Alert, he's mixin'

This a far cry a kid sleepin' on the bench
Now I'm V.I.P. in the club, this make sense
But it does, as I daps and hugs
cats that move drugs, they say, "Kris rise above"

Everybody knew my style, Kris was no
I wanted to get in the but my peeps wouldn't allow it
They'd say, "Read them books and write them
Save our children, give 'em a new outlook"

So I did, I lived any street kid
But I was handed 20 books, were handed 20 year bids
they wouldn't sell to your mother or your wife
There was respect man, let me tell you my life

The type of shit a black man
Gotta go through every day of his
Hard to live in, wake up in the morning
God

The type of shit a black man
Gotta go through every day of his
Hard times to live in, wake up in the
(Now my turn, listen)

my career blowin' up now
Me and Scott LaRock the year growin' up now
Me I'm a private cat, whatever you perceive as live
KRS is as live as

We the act, in eighty-eight, eighty-nine and ninety now
But them years be far me now
In ninety-one, no one can me now
I chose the to rhyme where it's grimy, wow

Rewind me now, 13 for you to see
Or catch me speakin' at universities
My stays keen, I'm hardly ever seen
I do a lot of work, not in the mainstream

Know what you to learn
Old school artists don't burn
Know what you need to
KRS-One, don't burn