Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Beat

KRS, Kweli
What ya doin'? Throw your up, c'mon
BK to BX and every in between, it's all 7-18 like
Grand Concourse,

We got beats to the rhyme and the is so fresh, yo
So got? 9's and tecs, you no threat
It's the beat, how you get cake don't matter
It takes heart, the lyrics replaced with the swagger

I stay sharp enough to your face like a dagger
The actors been replaced with the
The rappers been replaced with the
See how they try to on the beat
The pig route when he down the street to the beat

of da police
What is the life of a true hip hopper, the
Peace love livin' proper with the beats
In any endeavor whatever, we will with our beats

Some cats are real, are impostors with beats
We the realest, livest, the
cocaine, heroin survivors with beats
We avoided the cops, we focused on

Spittin' all we saw was of rhymes written
Elite, way too smart for the system of
We know a smart free man just pisses 'em off

What like is when we glisten and gloss
Flashin' but still takin' a loss
Bump the all in the street
yo, I think it's 'bout time to speak

Word, me take it there, life ain't no Christmas there
Hell yeah, crystal clear when Kweli and Kris is here
Searching for the beat, I went to East Dayt'
It's crazy and fugazi how they slaves to release date

They try to away, they're scared to look inside
Askin' why a guy who look for God up in the sky
Searchin' high and low, behind the do', inside the
Little did he that the beat was tryin' to find a flow

in limbo, how low can you go?
A punched hole through your stomach lining Tylenol
Spill all kinda roll, and similies
have you doubtin' my competitor's abilities

My whole is a spiritual facility
Rock a vest after a lyrical spree
The illest delivery, later for the talk we need
is golden but the violence is platinum

When you rappin 'to the
Boom, bap, who's, that? KRS-One bring the back
The perfect beat we seek that, knowledge of mind we that
We don't weak crap over weak tracks

Move that, we speak boom bap in the club
We can and prove that
It ain't old school or new school, it's true rap
Beat you you're blue and black, true dat

It's win again, work the street
Movin' again, the heat
again for the perfect beat
Don't look in the book to to eat

up a hook, learn to speak
Never be shook, follow the
they look weak
TK you speak

'em how to eat to live
They cheap and their pimp is pleadin' the
Bleedin' as if they to war
Every they leavin' the crib

Sneakers and whips, police be peepin' the
You see 'em walkin' the
Hoes believin' the pimps who eatin' the
So walkin' the street

Lookin' for a sweet face,in case
to get they heartbeat racin' and the dark meat be tastin'
So delicious, my description so good to the
It's lifted from the sounds
That you hear in the hood you sleep

Bring the beat
All that whackness, we don't that
You bring the beat back
All that whack garbage, we need that

Bring the beat
All that weakness we don't that
Selector, bring the back
Bring the beat back, selector,

Yeah, DJ
Kweli, hip hop