Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

Skinny cat, young cat, with a knapsack strapped to my
before the crack attack
I used to let the Old 800 suds bubble
In the last car of the Franklin shuttle

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

I took the shuttle to the D and wrote my rhymes in a
Took the D to the E, last the Twin Towers
Sittin' in the of the beast
In the World Trade Organization, harassed by police

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

The type of shit a young man
Gotta go every day of his life
times to live in, wake up in the morning
God

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

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

a far cry from 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
From that move drugs, they say, "Kris rise above"

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

So I did, I like any street kid
But I was 20 books, others 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 every day of his life
Hard times to in, wake up in the morning
God

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

1987 my blowin' up now
Me and Scott LaRock took the year up now
Me I'm just a private cat, whatever you as live
KRS is as live as

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

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

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