Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
(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 come clean, but I whistle
at whistling* psss, I'm only buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a any rhyme I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't even
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 but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest illest cats you may see
In your if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because get done
it comes I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna dickses
Not da bomb so save all threats
I'm to go and also I'm rets
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 butters, high rollers and rollers
Players plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking 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 man, free as the world be
And like an early bird, I'm
But you ain't that special, as investor
So to I say congratulations
I'm glad you had the patience, you better have the
Cause
"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
stoney (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and they was like "he hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than and gats
It stems back to the roots of true
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot I ain't shank nobody
I kill nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a and still 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?
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
Common!
(repeat 3x)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good 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 don't make no sense
I'm to make the dollars, my momma 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
in about seven 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 lost 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 down south, and fell in love me love
Cause is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all across the
I'm like big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I probably get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, call me the 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 rest in to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, moms
Who are these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)