Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

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

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

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

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

Strike one pierces the lung over the MC's become dumb
Like "um?" They numb, 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 whole hum
one done underestimated KRS-One, yeah, so

Say
If you really true skill
Say
If you want the hip hop to
Say
I'll be rockin' all year
You cool 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 truth construction, audio abduction
Showbiz for wack lyric reduction
And fly instruction

Keep the hoppin'
Keep the DJs buggin' the orthodox
Non Xerox hip hop box
It was first crack out the box with Scott LaRock
How are washed up like sweat socks
KRS-one the heads nod

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

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

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

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

The session is departed on schedule
I beg you please lookover my lyrical
What can't do I can do
Enhancing 7 levels of mental
I dismantel stress, you're listening to the advanced best
Worldwide qualified to administer any MC
guessin,' class is in full session
Now showbiz 'em how