Luyện nghe bài hát The Style You Haven't Done Yet

Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye
Widdy-bye-bye bye-bye bye
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Many claimed to attain levels in rhymin'
But when I listen to 'em I see they're 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 because you'll always be the loser

And laughed at, smirked on, you belong
With those that perform song on and on
And on and on and on, yo, let's get
This style is for the gifted, uplifted
I speak to you, not at you to you
Maybe when I'm through with this rhyme get a statue

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

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

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

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

And throw it in your face you
Pick up the pace and taste a from the black race
While I whip, you whine, you're out of
I'm out of time, another 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 what? I'm not with the juice crew)