Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

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

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

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

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

one pierces the lung over the drum MC's become dumb
Like "um?" They numb, bite the over the bass drum
I am D the MC like Run, spittin' for fun
And for a sum of the bread
You when 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 round
You better cool the F out before we go up in your

It's just begun to bubble, KRS-One trouble
On the mic soon is no double
I emerge from under the
Count the truth poetic construction, abduction
Showbiz production for lyric reduction
And fly rhyme

Keep the party
Keep the DJs buggin' the orthodox
Non hip hop chatter box
It was dope first crack out the box with LaRock
How MC's are up like sweat socks
KRS-one makes the nod

Say
If you really true skill
Say
If you want the hip hop to
Say
be rockin' all year round
You better the F out before we go up in your mouth

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

When my turn, kid, look at what you done did
my head is dreadable, you edible
I incredible shit for my poeple
I'm jackin' these like me so sue and stretch bobbito overloops
While you sittin' on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in
You screwed up, oops, I can read a crook
I read a new book

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

The session is started departed on
I beg you lookover my lyrical menu
What can't do I can do
7 levels of your mental
I dismantel stress, you're listening to the lyrical best
qualified to administer any MC test
Stop guessin,' is in full session
Now show 'em how