Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Beat

[krs] i got a beat?
[all] you got a dope
[krs] I got a beat..
[all] we got a beat
[krs] i got a beat..
[all] you got a dope
[krs] I got a beat!!
we got a dope beat!!

My name is at the top of all of that mix
I'm turnin poetry into for eighty-seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never
But I am just a who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why? cause wasn't fly
claim to be fresh, but they're not krs
I cannot walk the street, with my head in the clouds
runnin on my gear, or havin colors too loud
Everything coincide with the way I feel
And by the way, it's scott larock on the of steel
So I take one step, to the mic
I get around the whole city so I do wear
I like a funky beat, a studio like
I write the crazy fresh lyrics and I don't eat
You can me up and down, and my dj too
Because we make up the boogie productions crew
out mc's - on the 1, 2, 3
No who they claim to be in society
Because we know their games, we have their file
If they need a style we can get wild
i.c.u., he's out to kill
I'm krs, and we get ill
Dj larock got his own beat
The extravagant life, is we seek
I will you like this, cause I know for a fact
I live a long life, and I don't smoke crack
Captivatin the crowd, seven a week
You know what they me to say? I got the dope beat

[krs] i got a beat
[all] you got a beat
[krs] i got the dope
[all] we got a beat
I got a dope beat?
[all] you got a beat
i got a dope beat!!
[all] we got the beat!!

For me to say again verse of my rhyme
Means what you before must've blew up your mind
So now it's time, to find, poetry mine
Do not waste all time because I'm one-of-a-kind
Pullin out, easy goin cause the money be
6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always
Stupid on the mic the way it 'posed to be done
They study rhymes all week, but I be for fun
they lose they get upset, always pullin a gun
But they will snap out of that, I'm krs-one
Not two, not three, but
Get it right the time I won't repeat this rhyme
If you that you can burn me with your amateur ways
Keep in mind I been out there, from back in the days
I don't braaaaaaaaag, about the people I
Because they're still bluffin, not givin me nothin
I can around the city with the rhymes I flaunt
Cause no matter how you front they're still the you want
See, I am fresh and poetry is my opinion
out you suckers while the scott larock is spinnin!

.. interlude* ..

My name is krs-one, I'm still kinda
I don't adidas cause my name ain't run
Got nike's on my feet, and to be
I can rock an american or beat
Got rhymes for 70's, 80's, and
Not bein but it won't pay to try me
Out to any feud, any battle, any
the rhymes up every season this style I'm just teasin
Pick up the pace, homeboy, up the pace
You're way behind schedule, listen to what I'm you
This particular may vary
The I converse about are heard rarely
Some can't bear me, try to scare me
Soundin but not yet equivalent!!
You what? ?

[all] you got a beat
[krs] i got a beat!
[all] we got a dope
[krs] I got the dope
[all] you got the dope
[krs] i got the beat!
[all] we got the beat!
[krs] i've got the beat!
[all] you've got the beat
i got the dope beat!
[all] we got the dope
[krs] beat that we ?
the dope beat!

I.c.u., is in the house...
melodie, is in the house...
love, is in the house...
D-nice, the house...
miss idol, rocks the house...
Flavois walker, em out...
street black, knocks em out...
To my mellow gun, rock the house...
Naughty, it out...
Mcboo, it out...
chillout, cuts it up...
Red alert, it out...
Scott jr..
My and joy...
Krs-one.. his first son
And no he'll run...
Bd... bd...
larock...
Scott