Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

One two, one two
party people in the place to be
The party has started
And it's to ill

Let me introduce you to another type of MC
where glamor and glitter matter gently
I'm tired of the Chattanooga
Classical a German luger
like a tune for scuba diving who am I the hyper
Like I said, my radar's going bibbit, bibbit
The I grip it, grip it, lyric, lyric I live it
Hear it my is where it should be

Don't push me if you
I spot 'em, it seems you want to the dillz
I got em, KRS got skills in the
I waste megahertz of bottom, chill
As I 'em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill
excitement will lead to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I it
album, rewrite it

How many MC's,
Never be MC's, 'cause they MC
How MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, 'cause can't MC

Triplet syllables for criminals
Lyrical riddles that got hard in the middle
Sit back and chittle as I stand and still rebuild on
The admission of lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit
Will be diverted by this when you hear it
Ricochet any any day
Any which way and Cherish the Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I keep the heat at full peak

My grammar with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh of the day
And crack the back of that DJ, I'm strappin' and a pack
And whatever happens after that just happens,
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time you're not ashy
Focus on the formats and the cash G
G for your grill, I'm hard to kill
Odd but ill, a job to fill is to on skills
We and killed style and skill
poetically recriminate you like a child I will

Get ill, and switch to earn 'cause I to slur but not blur
Blurring you're stirring up trouble surely you don't it
Be I'm undefeated dem not see it
me then beat it

How MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, they can't MC
How MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, 'cause can't MC

Let's get back to the quickly, get with me
The voice from New York is too witty
I come from a era of 'OJ cars', Latin
Fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't me
Nowhere, I ain't been to
You can't tell me that I ain't been through
the teacher I gots to get you
'Cause they MC

But what you really
You sound like a bitch-ass when he's saying
"Yo Kris you hit too hard" playing, switching and swaying
Day in and day out, your are played out, see you way out
Before laid out, your bright lights start to fade out
The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" 'No great
Everything is black and white we took the gray out scarier
Either you're winnin' or losin', the rules of conscience

But lyrically there no stoppin', I'm droppin' a lot in your noggin'
'Cause I that you're lyrically starvin'
Carbon, name, battle battle
wants to battle but you babble
Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the only way that you can exposure
I for ya soldier, I hate to say it but I told ya so
You know that I know the flow KRS-One
Is the holder of a yo, money folder yo
You want a fresh style let me you slow your blow
I'm not your foe me? No, no, no, no, no, no, no

How many MC's,
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC
How MC's, wannabemceez
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC

If a DJ think he man den he better for war
BDP crew get up in that ass like a of toilet tissue
General Lion I them all and I am on fiyah
the hardest crew, you know how we do
Anything tess, dead, gun to dem head, gwan