Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some de automatic
it out

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

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

A true rapper, street rapper, rappin' to the
I enter any cipher, tales of adventure
If rappers are beats like cars, I'm bendin' mad fenders
Put your mic and surrender

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

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

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

Ha hah, ass rapper, how you think you got juice?
When you rock a pair of underneath your bubblegoose
will fuck up parties dramatically
My reflex'll slap a rapper automatically

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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