Luyện nghe bài hát Style You Haven't Done Yet

Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye
bye-bye bye-bye bye
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Many claimed to attain 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, it, be a producer
Don't the microphone because you'll always be the loser

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

So now I ask you or you people 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, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, bye-bye!
Bye-bye bye-bye bye, widdy-bye-bye bye bye, 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
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 suckers a chance at that

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

And throw it in your face you
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, another 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 with the juice crew)