Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry

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

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 this meaning manifest put it to rest
I am a poet, you try to it, yet blow it
It takes for fresh communication

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

They know of you and maybe your gang
But one thing's for sure, neither one of y'all can
yo, I'm like a arrow, and Scott is the crossbow
Say something now, so
You seem to be the type that only
The and destruction of the next man

not poetry, that is insanity
It's simply fantasy far from
Poetry is the of imagination
is a form of positive creation
Difficult, isn't it? The You're missin' it
Your face is in of my hand so I'm dissin' it

Scott La is innovating, decorating hip-hop
The beat may drop but not all the others
just cover while I just smother
Every single stupid mutha, wait, brotha
KRS-One will to show another
MC or self-proclaimed king or

Or gang or crew or or team
That I mean business, so me what is this?
See I come from the Bronx so kiss this
Boogie Down is somewhat an experiment
The for sucka MC's and they're fearin' it
self-explanatory, no one's writin' for me

The poetry I'm is really not for battlin'
But if you want I will change the program
So, when I'm you will simply say, "Damn"
So, this is somewhat hypothetical
Boogie Down Productions to prove somethin'
I say because it's 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
it, that's all, solo, single, no more, no less
I've built up my credential and mental
I rhyme, I request the instrumental

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

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

"Blastmaster KRS" a for, "Fresh"
I'm the teacher of the class, I do not no test
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 bite you 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 head and try to it

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