Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here 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 looking (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
at whistling* psss, I'm only 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 easy travel now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to
buy from me
I got the flame u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest illest cats you may see
In life 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 mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all your
I'm good to go and also I'm
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs 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 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 an early 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 better the patience
thisisme
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup rony I'm that 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 is far more than bats and gats
It stems back to the roots of being
It's get me me, you just get you you
I look like, talkin about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't nobody
I ain't 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, 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!
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 talkin
But some say my talk make no sense
I'm to make the dollars, my momma told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but ain't for me
So don't go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about seven years, I have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm also a
I come off like a toupee, I have to pay 2pc dark
A that never lost 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 went down south, and in love call me love
Cause love is gonna getcha getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm that big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I probably 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 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 aunt
My sides moms, ron's moms, moms, corey's moms
Who are these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)