Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some fear de
it out

Some fear de automatic, yes de
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go it
De automatic, get de
Tonight a rapper die

Crazy MC's they time chasin' millions
While KRS-One, the minds of the children
I'm buildin' a followin' of a hundred and thousand
Chosen few heads up in project

A true rapper, rapper, rappin' to the center
I enter any cipher, with of adventure
If are ridin' beats like cars, I'm bendin' mad fenders
Put down your mic and

Youse a pretender, KRS rules the pavement
Edutainment while you wait for your arraignment
Save it friend before chest I cave it in
I got my way again, I'm classical like a Harley Davidson

How do you I kick a lyrical style no and you figure
simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a nigga
Don't I'm bigger, it simply means I'm smarter
For starters, I come at you poetically

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go it
De automatic, get de
a rapper gwan die

Ha hah, fake ass rapper, how you think you got
When you rock a pair of panties your bubblegoose
KRS-One will up parties dramatically
My reflex'll slap a wack rapper

you was home witcha mother, afraid of the dark
I was sleepin' out in Park
Eatin' one every 48 hours
dope rhyme styles that you now devour

Don't you realize, that I'm all survival
I got only friends I killed all my rivals
up at the rhyme recitals, took they titles
From eighty-six to ninety-six completes my cycle

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de
Tonight a gwan die

I spent 40 days and 40 nights in the
I'm hard, from head to toe yo there ain't no this
I wrote 100 rap hooks
And sociological books, while you about your looks

Now you wanna enter the dragon in
But I've got the live club locked down
Platinum and gold don't hold in my
You gots to keep it real on the mic, when see ya

I manifest, in the West the East and
The vision in rap is and I don't know of these
I represent New to be specific
The South Bronx, but in I'm still gifted

I a jet and land on your set, what the fuck?
Twenty for a rap show is still, twenty bucks
I start from eighty-six and bring you into
No gimmicks, or lip-sync lyrics

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de
Tonight a gwan die

Yeah yeah, the God Fat Joe
the motherfuckin' South Bronx
With my nigga Kris, knockin' off
wanna do what?
Big out to my nigga Kenny Parker
Ill Will, BDP for life nigga
Naughty Gotto, the Big French
Of the TAT crew, my nigga Brim
The T.S. crew, and the Godsville
South Bronx nigga, uhh
The South Bronx, the South South
South Bronx, the South Bronx
Yeah, uhh