Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some de automatic
it out

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

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

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

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

How do you think I kick a lyrical style no and you
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, MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de
Tonight a gwan die

Ha hah, ass rapper, how you think you got juice?
When you rock a pair of panties your bubblegoose
will fuck up parties dramatically
My reflex'll slap a wack rapper

When you was home witcha mother, of the dark
I was out in Prospect Park
Eatin' one every 48 hours
Writin' dope rhyme styles that you now

Don't you realize, I'm all about survival
I got only friends I killed all my rivals
Show up at the rhyme recitals, took titles
From eighty-six to ninety-six completes my first

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

I spent 40 and 40 nights in the wilderness
I'm hard, from head to toe yo there no killin' this
I wrote 100 rap hooks
And books, while you worried about your looks

Now you enter the dragon in sound
But I've got the live show locked down
Platinum and don't hold in my arena
You gots to keep it on the mic, when 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 Bronx, but in Japan I'm still gifted

I grab a jet and land on set, what the fuck?
Twenty for a rap show is still, twenty bucks
I from eighty-six and bring you into ninety-six
No gimmicks, or lip-sync lyrics

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

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