Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

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

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

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

I wrote my rhymes right there on the
New City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits Center for a 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, up in the morning
God

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

Eighty-five comes in, eighty-six in
The marijuana with the cocaine mix in
High hustlers, I'm takin' flicks with them
My first song's Red Alert, 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 take and hugs
From cats move drugs, they say, "Kris rise above"

knew my style, Kris was no coward
I wanted to get in the game but my peeps allow it
They'd say, "Read them books and write them
Save our children, give 'em a new outlook"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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