Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
(repeat 2x, then 2x 'common' 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 beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't any time
To waste, I'm hip... even 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 like u-i-c but I be,
Some of the realest illest cats you may see
In your if you get one
are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get done
Here it I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna bust
Not da bomb so all your threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
Rhymes I wrecks the roughnecks
to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, high rollers and
Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be 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, free as the be
And like an early bird, I'm
But you ain't that special, as that
So to myself I say
I'm you had the patience, you better have the patience
thisisme
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony I'm that boney homey
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
take it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than bats and
It stems back to the roots of being
It's gonna get me me, you 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 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 know one, and no one can 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 shit
But some say my talk don't no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my 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 only am I the hair president, I'm also a client
I come off a toupee, I still 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 south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is gonna getcha i'ma
I'm like b.j. my arm is and I stretch ya
from east to west, all across the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch bumpin
I would 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 love you, and you me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I say peace to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my aunt
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)