Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

cat, young cat, with a knapsack strapped to my back
1981 before the crack
I used to let the Old English 800 bubble
In the last car of the Franklin Avenue

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

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

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

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

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

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

This a far cry a kid sleepin' on the bench
Now I'm V.I.P. in the club, this don't sense
But it does, as I daps and hugs
From cats that drugs, they say, "Kris rise above"

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

So I did, I lived like any 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 'bout my

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

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

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

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

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

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