Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't out here 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 you're for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
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 I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an easy travel now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to
Then buy me
I got the flame like but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest chillest cats you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are like to me (why? ) because they get done
it comes I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna dickses
Not da so save all your threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
Rhymes I wrecks affects the
to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To with butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm free at
I'ma free man, as the world be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as that
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 change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
scony rony I'm that boney homey
From stoney (common) you me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than and gats
It stems back to the roots of being
It's gonna get me me, you get you you
What I like, talkin about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't shank
I kill nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and don't have to show no gun
It takes one to one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
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 talkin
But say my talk don't make no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my momma 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 seven years, I won't have no
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 lost the ark/arc, on the
But now I shoot rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he went down south, and in love call me love
love is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles from to west, all across the country
I'm like big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I would get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love good music, I my momma
I love myself, I love you, and you me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I wanna say to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, moms
Who are you? these people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)