Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x with 'common' at the end of line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! me again
Is it me you're looking (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
at whistling* psss, I'm only buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't trip
To an easy agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want flyer to read
Then buy me
I got the flame like but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest illest chillest you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get
it comes I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm bust dickses
Not da bomb so all your threats
I'm to go and also I'm rets
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the in the polos, the studs with pros
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To with butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs with stocking I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz my tape about as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
I'ma man, free as the world be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you that special, as that investor
So to myself I say
I'm glad you had the patience, you better the patience
thisisme
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm that homey
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and they was "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than bats and
It back to the roots of being true
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about some I ain't do?
I ain't shoot I ain't shank nobody
I kill nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a and still don't have to show no gun
It takes one to one, and no one can tell me
How to be, i'ma be me, aight?
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i love the way I am and can't out here change 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 talkin
But some say my talk make no sense
I'm tryin to the dollars, my momma told me
To go to and be a scholar, but school ain't for me
So don't even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go
Probably in about seven years, I have no hair
But not am I the hair club president, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc
A raider that lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I rock, I be all out of breath
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he down south, and fell in love call me love
Cause is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all across the
I'm like big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I probably get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I good music, I love my momma
I love myself, I you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I wanna say to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's
Who are these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)