Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

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