Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

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

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

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

I wrote my rhymes right there on the
New City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Center for a high price
Let me tell you my life

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

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

comes 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 them

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

Everybody knew my style, was no coward
I wanted to get in the game but my wouldn't allow it
They'd say, "Read them books and them 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
Still they wouldn't sell to your or your wife
There was man, let me tell you 'bout my life

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

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

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

We the livest act, in eighty-eight, eighty-nine and now
But them years be far 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 catch me speakin' at universities
My mind stays keen, I'm hardly seen
I do a lot of work, not in the mainstream

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