Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry

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

Listen, I'm not dissin' but there's somethin' that missin'
you should touch reality, stop wishin'
For beats with plenty and lyrics 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, is to see without speaking
off your coat, take notes, I am teachin'
A class, or rather school, 'cause you need
I am not a or queen, I'm not ruling
This is an to poetry
A small dedication to those that know of me

They might know of you and maybe gang
But one thing's for sure, neither one of can hang
yo, I'm like a arrow, and Scott is the crossbow
Say now, thought so
You seem to be the type that understand
The annihilation and of the next man

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

Scott La is innovating, decorating hip-hop
The beat may drop but not like all the
They just cover while I just
Every stupid mutha, wait, wait brotha
KRS-One will have to show
MC or king or queen

Or gang or or solo or team
That I business, so tell me what is this?
See I come from the Bronx so just this
Boogie Down is somewhat an experiment
The antidote for sucka and they're fearin' it
It's self-explanatory, no writin' for me

The I'm rattlin' is really not for battlin'
But if you want I will simply the program
So, when I'm done you will say, "Damn"
So, this 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, the attack
'Cos means simply one KRS
That's it, that's all, solo, single, no more, no
I've up my credential financially and mental
Anytime I rhyme, I the instrumental

I speak clearly and that's
Or I say a mere, help to my career
I'm really not fashion or craze
Just the one who and how soon I get a raise
You're probably in a daze, out of sympathy
Wrote a couple of and think that you can get with me

But what a pity, I'm New York City
And everywhere else, you put the on the shelf
You as an amateur is
I'm looking at your face, you to be hopin'
That I might stutter, stop, or just up
But every live that's why I don't dress up

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

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

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