Luyện nghe bài hát Style You Haven't Done Yet

Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye
Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye
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Many have claimed to levels in rhymin'
But when I to 'em I see they're only lyin'
They're tryin', but after years if you ain't got it
Lay it down, put it down, a way to try and stop it
Or it, rearrange it, be a producer
Don't touch the microphone you'll always be the loser

And at, smirked on, you don't belong
those that perform their song on and on
And on and on and on, yo, get specific
This is for the gifted, poetically uplifted
I speak to you, not at you to you
Maybe when I'm through with rhyme I'll get a statue

So now I ask you or tell you literally
When it comes to rockin' funky few are better than me
Down with BDP, endlessly poetry
Any time I'm in the street, you my voice, you know it's me
KR, nope! I'm not ready to say my yet
Many say they teach, but style they haven't attained yet

Widdy-bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, bye-bye!
Bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
Bye bye bye bye, bye bye, widdy bye-bye!
Bye-bye bye-bye bye, bye bye

Run it, son, it you bum
you know that it's KRS-One
That comes to sing the styles ain't sung
I rocked the party, but oh! run
'Cos only the want a chance at that

To see if is really all that
Instead of a rap I all of 'em back
Because the that you see is not whack
I'd like to stack up all the hits that made
Three albums, a cake

And throw it in your you waste
up the pace and taste a poet from the black race
While I whip, you whine, out of touch
I'm out of time, here's rhyme

(The black in effect, Jesus)
(Oh gosh, dude, oh gosh, oh yes dude, yes)
(What's the name of that B.D.P)
(Say I'm not down with the juice crew)