Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x 'common' at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! me again
Is it me you're looking (yup)
For the perfect beat, oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
at whistling* psss, I'm only buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't even
To an easy travel agent now we fly for
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to
Then buy me
I got the flame like but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest illest chillest you may see
In your if you get one
are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get done
Here it comes I'm as as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all threats
I'm good to go and I'm rets
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
Players plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
free man, free as the world be
And an early bird, I'm special
But you ain't special, as that investor
So to myself I say
I'm glad you had the patience, you have the patience
thisisme
"i love the way I am and nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup rony I'm that boney homey
From stoney (common) you me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
take it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But is far more than bats and gats
It stems back to the roots of true
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, about some shit I ain't do?
I shoot nobody I ain't shank nobody
I ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still have to show no gun
It one to know one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i love the way I am and can't out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, at the wall
can I come off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be talkin
But some say my talk don't no sense
I'm tryin to the dollars, my momma told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but ain't for me
So don't even go there, I'm out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about seven years, I won't have no
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm also a
I come off like a toupee, I still to pay 2pc dark
A raider that never lost the ark/arc, on the
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he went south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is gonna i'ma getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm that big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I probably would get bumped if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love good music, I love my
I love myself, I you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I wanna say peace to my moms, my
Lil chandra, and john, yo in peace to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, moms
Who are you? these people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)