Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

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

Brooklyn, no doubt, Wingate Park, no
Prospect 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 wrote my rhymes in a
Took the D to the E, last stop the Twin
Sittin' in the belly of the
In the World Trade Organization, bein' by police

I my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits Center for a high
Let me you 'bout my life

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

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

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

This a far cry a kid sleepin' on the bench
Now I'm V.I.P. in the club, don't make 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 wouldn't it
They'd say, "Read them books and write hooks
our children, give 'em a whole new outlook"

So I did, I lived like any kid
But I was handed 20 books, others handed 20 year bids
Still they sell to your mother or your wife
There was respect man, let me you 'bout my life

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

1987 my blowin' up now
Me and Scott LaRock took the 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, 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

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

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