Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

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

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

Look at these weak getting G's
wore BVD's or even bellbottom Lees
Please, with these fantisies about you keys
When you know you bees in front of the TV grilled cheese
On your you know my steez
Kris is nice with these

I'm Poison like BBD the plot while I be hittin'
And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and the skippin'
And cable clippin', still
though some people ain't admitting
Through they I keeps it kickin'
And the scale I pay tuiton not bail
Drink water not ale, my MC hits it right on the nail
I can't fail my 7 stripes

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

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

It's just to bubble, KRS-One spells trouble
On the mic there is no double
I emerge from the rumble
Count the poetic construction, audio abduction
Showbiz for wack lyric reduction
And fly instruction

Keep the hoppin'
Keep the DJs from the orthodox
Non hip hop chatter box
It was dope first crack out the box with Scott
How MC's are washed up sweat socks
KRS-one the heads nod

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

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

When it's my turn, kid, look at what you did
Like my head is dreadable, you
I incredible shit for my poeple
I'm jackin' these like me so sue and stretch like bobbito
While you sittin' on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in
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 that you wann puncture
Or rupture, I write what I utter, mother mother
There's too many of us dying trying and not doin'
Not suceeding pursueing, what you doing?
What you doing? you doing?

The session is started departed on
I beg you please lookover my menu
What can't do I can do
Enhancing 7 levels of your
I dismantel stress, you're to the advanced lyrical best
qualified to administer any MC test
Stop guessin,' class is in full
Now show 'em how