Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Beat

[krs] i got a beat?
you got a dope beat
[krs] I got a beat..
[all] we got a beat
i got a dope 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 cash for eighty-seven
Some did it got paid, some were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the parade
Go by, and why? cause they fly
claim to be fresh, but they're not krs
I cannot walk the street, with my head in the clouds
Either runnin on my gear, or colors too loud
Everything must coincide 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 so I do wear nike
I a funky beat, a studio like unique
I write the fresh lyrics and I don't eat meat
You can me up and down, and my dj too
Because we make up the boogie down crew
Takin out - on the 1, 2, 3
No matter who they to be in society
we know their games, we have pulled their file
If they need a different style we can get
i.c.u., he's out to kill
I'm krs, and we get ill
Dj scott larock got his own
The life, is what we seek
I tell you like this, cause I know for a fact
I will live a life, and I don't smoke crack
Captivatin the crowd, days a week
You know what they me to say? I got the dope beat

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

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

.. interlude* ..

My name is krs-one, I'm still young
I wear adidas cause my name ain't run
Got on my feet, and to be complete
I can rock an american or reggae
Got rhymes for 70's, 80's, and
Not conceited but it won't pay to try me
Out to any feud, any battle, any
Make the rhymes up every season this style I'm just
up the pace, homeboy, pick up the pace
You're way behind schedule, to what I'm tellin you
This particular style may
The things I converse about are rarely
Some can't me, others try to scare me
intelligent but not yet equivalent!!
You what? ?

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

I.c.u., is in the house...
melodie, is in the house...
love, is in the house...
D-nice, the house...
Gold idol, rocks the house...
Flavois walker, em out...
40th street black, em out...
To my mellow moses gun, the house...
Naughty, it out...
Mcboo, it out...
Chuck chillout, it up...
Red alert, it out...
larock jr..
My and joy...
Krs-one.. his mother's son
And no he'll run...
Bd... bd...
larock...
Scott