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 'common' at the end of line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! it's me
Is it me you're looking (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an easy travel now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to
Then buy me
I got the flame like but I be, u-a-c
Some of the illest chillest cats you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are 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 save all threats
I'm to go and also I'm rets
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To with butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with studs with 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 free at
I'ma free man, free as the 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 nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm that homey
stoney (common) you know 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 of being true
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I shank nobody
I ain't nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still have to show no gun
It one to know one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause i'ma be me,
I'm a man, now check 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!
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 make the dollars, my momma 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 won't no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm a client
I come off a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A raider that never the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he went south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is gonna 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 more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love good music, I love my
I love myself, I love you, and you me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I wanna say peace to my moms, my
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my stella
My moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)