Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

Hey baby, me something to drink in here
Please sit down and watch a TV

Yo they comin', it's but I know it they comin'
Maybe, not lately I feel it coming I knew it, they
This in President, I guarentee
Jim, Jimmy, wake up, Jimmy
Only the Lord can save, 5.99 no
Let me start to rock mic
Now the polar bear
And, and what was going your mind right now

Look at weak MC's getting G's
Never wore BVD's or even bellbottom
Please, these fantisies about you selliing keys
you know you bees in front of the TV eatin' grilled cheese
On knees you know my steez
Kris is nice with M-I-Cs

I'm Poison BBD the plot thickens while I be hittin'
And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and over the
And clippin', still sickenin'
Even though some people admitting
Through they system I keeps it
And tippin' the I pay tuiton not bail
Drink water not ale, my MC hits it right on the nail
I fail with my 7 stripes

one pierces the lung over the drum MC's become dumb
Like "um?" numb, bite the tongue over the bass drum
I am D the MC Run, spittin' lyrics for fun
And for a sum of the bread
You missed when you swung, I connected hum
Another one done KRS-One, yeah, so

Say
If you really true skill
Say
If you the hip hop to build
Say
I'll be rockin' all round
You better the F out before we go up in your mouth

It's just begun to bubble, KRS-One spells
On the mic soon is no double
I emerge under the rumble
Count the poetic construction, audio abduction
Showbiz production for wack lyric
And fly rhyme

Keep the party
Keep the DJs buggin' from the
Non hip hop chatter box
It was dope first crack out the box with LaRock
How MC's are washed up like sweat
KRS-one the heads nod

Say
If you really want true
Say
If you the hip hop to build
Say
I'll be rockin' all round
You better cool the F out before we go up in your

KRS-One, yes my son
Tweet
KRS-One, yes my son
tweet, tweet
You know they compete, ain't that right
No
You better cool the F out before we go up in your

When it's my turn, kid, look at you done did
Like my is dreadable, you edible
I kick shit for my poeple
I'm jackin' like me so sue and stretch like bobbito overloops
While you on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in group
You up, oops, I can read a true crook
I read a new book

I'm hooked on hip hop
Look at the tip top structure
Floatin' like a soap bubble you don't wann puncture
Or rupture, I write what I utter, mother mother
There's too many of us dying trying and not doin'
Not suceeding still pursueing, what you
you doing? What you doing?

The session is started on schedule
I beg you lookover my lyrical menu
others can't do I can do
Enhancing 7 of your mental
I dismantel stress, you're listening to the lyrical best
Worldwide qualified to any MC test
Stop guessin,' class is in session
Now show 'em how