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
a rapper gwan die

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

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

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

How do you think I kick a lyrical no and you figure
It's simple, I'm a rap God, and a nigga
mean I'm bigger, it simply means I'm smarter
For starters, I at you poetically harder

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

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

When you was home witcha mother, afraid of the
I was sleepin' out in Prospect
Eatin' one meal 48 hours
Writin' dope styles that you now devour

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

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

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

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

I manifest, in the West the East and
The vision in rap is wack and I know of these
I represent New York to be
The South Bronx, but in I'm still gifted

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

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

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