Luyện nghe bài hát Elementary

1:

I hear the same old rhyme, the old style
The same old runner has ran the
See, I know exactly what you know
But what I know is that gotta go
Usually I pick up the mic
Something ill jumps out my mouth for that
I like to talk about not fiction
I got some rhymes but just listen
I write is premeditated
Suckas wanna fake it, I hate it
Bitin routines or somethin kinda weak
My words are comprehended time I speak
Or have spoken, no I'm not
Please don't sleep, I you are awoken
Stop! try again, you had enough? say when
I am the man with the of heineken
I get
But never in life try to dis me
Cos I don't battle with rhymes, I battle with
reigns supreme over nearly every one
If you take the first letter of what I sung
You my name "krs-one"
It's

2:

Dj larock and i: krs-one
Our first son and no, we'll never run
From complex situations you t-o-y-s's
Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're dresses
I have arrived for the of joy
any ordinary bronx b-boy
I will volunteer my services and an attack
On you fake educators your yakety-yak
This is a fact, the teacher is now in the flesh
hounded by you mc pests
If you want to learn from me
Don't time in burnin me
Cos ignorance and does not concern me
I will emphasize so you will and come alive
Never close your eyes, sleep or you might take a dive
Many hate me, many people love me
Some are far me
And you know there's some me
But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the
All you fake on a mission, you bore me
I'm the krs on the mic
Watchin all females rock their pants too tight
Cos there's no creative composition on display
That give a full analysis and this way
You pay, eventually you all will decay
While the dj scott larock continue to play
Cuttin records, drivin cars, and know who we are
Make a mix for kicks
And be on our tip
And, oh yes, there's a highlight to the show, of
You hear dj larock (go off! go off!)

(scott la rock) (go off! go off!) x8

3:

Boogie down productions, no to it's title
If you have a headache, toys, go and take a
We have arrived for the of enjoyment
You arrived to make up for unemployment
on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it
I a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it
Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be
Like a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out a bic
Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know I rocked em
But gettin into really isn't my thing
You're probably thinking these are the rhymes for the
But don't mention me
It's elementary

All it really is to me and scott la rock...is