Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x 'common' at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! me again
Is it me you're looking (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 have any
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an easy travel now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you some flyer to read
buy from me
I got the flame u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the illest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
Rappers are jobs to me (why? ) because they get done
Here it comes I'm as able as to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna dickses
Not da bomb so save all your
I'm to go and also I'm rets
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs with
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking
Til I
Niggaz play my tape about as much as they do
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
I'ma man, free as the world be
And like an early bird, I'm
But you ain't special, as that 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 nobody out here me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup rony I'm that boney homey
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But is far more than bats and gats
It stems to the roots of being 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 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?
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out 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 shit
But some say my talk don't 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 even go there, I'm 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 also a
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 rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo wanted to be a
But he went down south, and fell in love me love
Cause love is getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch when
I probably would get more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love music, I love my momma
I myself, I love 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 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 sample is cut and to end)