Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x with at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! it's me
Is it me looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't trip
To an travel agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some to read
Then buy me
I got the flame u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
of the realest illest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get done
Here it comes I'm as able as to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm bust dickses
Not da bomb so all your threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, high and rollers
with plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my about as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm free at
free man, free as the world be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you ain't special, as that investor
So to I say congratulations
I'm glad you had the patience, you have the patience
thisisme
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm boney homey
From stoney (common) you me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and they was like "he hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than and gats
It stems to the roots of being true
It's gonna get me me, you get you you
What I look like, talkin about shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't shank
I ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still have to show no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can me
How to be, cause i'ma be me,
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the wall
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be shit
But say my talk don't make no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but school for me
So don't even go there, I'm out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the hair president, I'm also a client
I off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A raider that never the ark/arc, on the shot
But now I shoot rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he down south, and fell in love call me love
love is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
from east to west, all across the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch when
I probably would get more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I love good music, I my momma
I love myself, I you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I wanna say peace to my moms, my
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)