Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

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

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 stay

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

I wrote my rhymes right on the spot
New York City, corruption was hot
Cats sellin' 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
Hard times to in, wake up in the morning
God

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

Eighty-five comes in, comes in
The with the cocaine mix comes in
High class hustlers, I'm flicks with 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 move drugs, say, "Kris rise above"

Everybody knew my style, Kris was no
I wanted to get in the game but my peeps wouldn't 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 20 books, others were handed 20 year bids
Still they wouldn't sell to mother or your wife
There was respect man, let me tell you 'bout my

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

The of shit a young black man
Gotta go 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 the year growin' up now
Me I'm a private cat, whatever 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 where grimy, wow

me now, 13 albums for you to see
Or catch me speakin' at them
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
what you need to learn
KRS-One, don't always