Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i the way I am and can't nobody 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! me again
Is it me looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And picked a any rhyme I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't even
To an easy travel agent now we fly for
I can be fly for free, you some flyer to read
buy from me
I got the like u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the 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 as cain to get raw
why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all threats
I'm good to go and I'm rets
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape about as as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
free man, free as the world be
And like an early bird, I'm
But you ain't special, as that investor
So to I say congratulations
I'm you had the patience, you better have the patience
thisisme
"i love the way I am and nobody out here 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 it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more bats and gats
It stems to the roots of being true
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about some I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't nobody
I ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still don't to show no gun
It one to know one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause i'ma be me,
Cause I'm a man, now 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!
When I'm 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 the dollars, my momma told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but ain't for me
So don't even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go
Probably in about seven years, I won't no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm a client
I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc
A raider that never the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he down south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm that big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I probably would get bumped 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 you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I wanna say to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo in peace to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's
Who are you? these be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)