Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

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

Let me introduce you to another type of MC
glamor and glitter don't matter gently
I'm tired of the empty
Classical like a luger
Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am I the
Like I said, before my going bibbit, bibbit
The microphone I grip it, grip it, lyric, lyric I it
Hear it my spirit is where it 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 of bass bottom, chill
As I 'em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill
Verbal will lead to your indictment
Whether or not you it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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