Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Beat

KRS, Talib
ya doin'? Throw your hands up, c'mon
BK to BX and place in between, it's all 7-18 like
Concourse, whassup?

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

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

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

cats are real, other are impostors with beats
We the realest, livest, the
Crack cocaine, heroin 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

they like is when we glisten and gloss
Flashin' millions but still takin' a
Bump the beat all in the
Talib yo, I think 'bout time to speak

Word, watch me take it there, life no Christmas there
Hell yeah, crystal clear when Kweli and Kris is here
for the perfect beat, I went to East Dayt'
It's crazy and fugazi how they to they release date

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

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

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

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

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

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

Write up a hook, learn to
Never be shook, the heat
Forever they look
TK you must

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

Sneakers and whips, police be peepin' the
You see 'em walkin' the
Hoes the pimps who eatin' the shrimps
So John's 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 good to the
It's lifted right from the
you hear in the hood when you sleep

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

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

Yeah, DJ
Kweli, hip hop