Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some fear de
it out

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

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

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

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

How do you think I 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 harder

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

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

When you was witcha mother, afraid of the dark
I was sleepin' out in Prospect
one meal every 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 completes my first

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

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

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

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

I grab a jet and on your set, what the fuck?
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 gwan die

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