Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The type of a young black man
Gotta go through 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 as that

We the act, in eighty-eight, eighty-nine 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

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