Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry

Well, now forced to listen to the teacher and the lesson
Class is in session, so you can guessin'
If is a tape or a written down memo
See I am a professional, this is not a
In fact call it a lecture, a visual
Sort of a poetic and rhythm like

Listen, I'm not dissin' but somethin' that you're missin'
you should touch reality, stop wishin'
For beats with plenty bass and said in haste
If meaning doesn't manifest put it to rest
I am a poet, you try to show it, yet it
It takes for fresh communication

Observation, that is to see speaking
off your coat, take notes, I am teachin'
A class, or school, 'cause you need schooling
I am not a or queen, I'm not ruling
This is an to poetry
A small to those that might know of me

They might know of you and maybe your
But one thing's for sure, one of y'all can hang
'Cause yo, I'm a arrow, and Scott is the crossbow
Say something now, so
You seem to be the type that understand
The annihilation and destruction of the man

That's not poetry, is insanity
It's simply far from reality
is the language of imagination
Poetry is a form of creation
Difficult, isn't it? The point? You're it
Your face is in front of my hand so I'm it

Scott La Rock is innovating, hip-hop
The beat may drop but not like all the
They cover while I just smother
Every single stupid mutha, wait, wait
will have to show another
MC or self-proclaimed or queen

Or gang or or solo or team
I mean business, so tell me what is this?
See I come from the so just kiss this
Boogie Productions is somewhat an experiment
The antidote for sucka MC's and they're it
self-explanatory, no one's writin' for me

The poetry I'm rattlin' is really not for
But if you want I will simply the program
So, when I'm you will simply say, "Damn"
So, conversation is somewhat hypothetical
Boogie Down attempts to prove somethin'
I say hypothetical because only theory
My theory, so take a minute now to me

So what's problem? It seems you want to be KRS-Two
From my point of view, backtrack, stop the
'Cos KRS-One simply one KRS
That's it, all, solo, single, no more, no less
I've up my credential financially and mental
I rhyme, I request the instrumental

I speak and that's merely
Or I say a mere, help to my career
I'm really not into fashion or
Just the one who pays and how I get a raise
probably in a daze, acting out of sympathy
Wrote a couple of rhymes and that you can get with me

But what a pity, I'm rockin' New City
And else, you put the jams on the shelf
You as an is outspoken
I'm looking at face, you seem to be hopin'
That I stutter, stop, or just mess up
But every thing's that's why I don't dress up

"Blastmaster KRS" a for, "Fresh"
I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no
Got DJ Scott La by my side, not in back of me
'Cos we up, The Boogie Down Productions crew faculty

Get it right, or train not to bite
'Cos when you you have bitten, when I hear it, that's it
I do not contemplate a battle it really ain't worth it
I'd rather point a pistol at your and try to burst it

I'm teaching poetry, I'm poetry
La Rock, we're teaching poetry