Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

cat, young cat, with a knapsack strapped to my back
1981 before the crack
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 played out and I this
But I'm an MC I stay

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody knew my style, was no coward
I wanted to get in the but my peeps wouldn't allow it
They'd say, "Read them and write them hooks
Save our children, give 'em a new outlook"

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

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

The of shit a young 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 Scott took the year growin' up now
Me I'm just a private cat, you perceive as live
KRS is as live as

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

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

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