Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Beat

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

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

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

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

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

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

What they is when we glisten and gloss
Flashin' millions but still a loss
the beat all in the street
Talib yo, I think it's 'bout to speak

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

They try to away, they're scared to look inside
Askin' why like a guy who for God up in the sky
Searchin' high and low, behind the do', the drawer
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
That'll you doubtin' my competitor's abilities

My whole is a spiritual facility
Rock a after a lyrical killing spree
The delivery, later for the talk we need action
Silence is golden but the violence is

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

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

It's beat win again, work the
again, insert the heat
Lookin for the perfect beat
Don't in the book to learn to eat

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

Teachin' 'em how to eat to
They cheap and pimp is pleadin' the Fifth
as if they goin' to war
Every time leavin' the crib

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

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

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

Bring the back
All that weakness we need that
Selector, bring the back
Bring the back, selector, listen

Yeah, DJ
Kweli, hip hop