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 'common' at the end of line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! me again
Is it me looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, oblique
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
*attempt at psss, I'm only 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... don't trip
To an travel agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want flyer to read
Then buy 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
Rappers are like to me (why? ) because they get done
Here it comes I'm as 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 I'm rets
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks with butters, 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 free at
free man, free as the world be
And like an early bird, I'm
But you ain't that special, as investor
So to myself I say
I'm glad you had the patience, you better have the
thisisme
"i love the way I am and can't out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony I'm that boney homey
stoney (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 than and gats
It back to the roots of being true
It's gonna get me me, you get you you
What I look like, talkin about some shit I do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't shank
I ain't kill nobody, it 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, cause be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check it
"i the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, 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 even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about years, I won't have 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 rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo wanted to be a
But he down south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is getcha i'ma getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
from east to west, all across the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz when bumpin
I probably would get bumped more if I was a
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I love 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 in peace to my aunt stella
My moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)