Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

Hey baby, bring me something to in here
Please sit down and a little TV

Yo they comin', crazy but I know it they comin'
Maybe, not I feel it coming I knew it, they comin'
just in President, I guarentee
Jim, Jimmy, wake up, Jimmy
Only the Lord can save, 5.99 no
Let me start to rock mic
Now the polar hybernates
And, and what was going your mind right now

Look at these weak MC's G's
Never wore BVD's or bellbottom Lees
Please, with these fantisies you selliing keys
When you know you bees in front of the TV eatin' grilled
On knees you know my steez
is nice with these M-I-Cs

I'm Poison BBD the plot thickens while I be hittin'
And lyric lickin', any mix and over the skippin'
And clippin', still sickenin'
Even though some people admitting
Through they system I it kickin'
And tippin' the scale I pay not bail
Drink water not ale, my MC hits it right on the nail
I can't fail with my 7

Strike one pierces the lung over the drum MC's dumb
"um?" They numb, bite the tongue over the bass drum
I am D the MC like Run, spittin' for fun
And for a sum of the crumb
You missed you swung, I connected whole hum
one done underestimated KRS-One, yeah, so

Say
If you really want skill
Say
If you the hip hop to build
Say
I'll be rockin' all year
You cool the F out before we go up in your mouth

It's just begun to bubble, spells trouble
On the mic soon there is no
I emerge under the rumble
Count the truth construction, audio abduction
Showbiz for wack lyric reduction
And fly rhyme

the party hoppin'
Keep the DJs from the orthodox
Non Xerox hip hop box
It was first crack out the box with Scott LaRock
How MC's are washed up like sweat
KRS-one the heads nod

Say
If you really want true
Say
If you the hip hop to build
Say
I'll be all year round
You better cool the F out before we go up in mouth

KRS-One, yes my son
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KRS-One, yes my son
Tweet tweet,
You know they can't compete, that right
No
You cool the F out before we go up in your mouth

When it's my turn, kid, at what you done did
Like my is dreadable, you edible
I kick incredible shit for my
I'm jackin' these like me so sue and stretch like overloops
While you on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in group
You up, oops, I can read a true crook
Like I read a new

I'm on hip hop culture
Look at the tip top structure
Floatin' like a soap bubble that you don't puncture
Or rupture, I what I utter, mother mother mother
There's too many of us dying trying and not doin'
Not suceeding pursueing, what you doing?
you doing? What you doing?

The session is started on schedule
I beg you please lookover my lyrical
What can't do I can do
7 levels of your mental
I stress, you're listening to the advanced lyrical best
qualified to administer any MC test
Stop guessin,' class is in session
Now showbiz 'em how