Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Beat

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

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

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

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

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

What they like is when we and gloss
Flashin' millions but takin' a loss
the beat all in the street
Talib yo, I think it's 'bout 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 perfect beat, I to East Dayt'
It's crazy and fugazi how they slaves to they date

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

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

My whole body is a facility
Rock a vest after a killing spree
The illest delivery, later for the talk we need
Silence is but the violence is platinum

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

Move that, we speak bap live in the club
We can show and prove
It old school or new school, it's true school rap
you 'til you're blue and black, true dat

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

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

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

and whips, police be peepin' the strip
You see 'em the beat
Hoes the pimps who eatin' the shrimps
So walkin' the street

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

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

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

Yeah, DJ
Kweli, hip hop