Luyện nghe bài hát Style You Haven't Done Yet

Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye
bye-bye bye-bye bye
in

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

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

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

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

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

To see if KRS-One is all that
of a rap I jap-slap all of 'em back
Because the teacher you see is not whack
I'd like to stack up all the hits I've made
Three albums, a triple-layer

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

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