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 stuff gotta go
Usually I pick up the mic
Something ill jumps out my for that night
I like to about fact not fiction
I got fantasy rhymes but just listen
Everything I is premeditated
Suckas wanna fake it, I hate it
Bitin routines or sayin kinda weak
My words are comprehended every time I
Or have spoken, no I'm not
don't sleep, I hope you are awoken
Stop! try this again, you had enough? say
I am the man the six-pack of heineken
I get
But in your life try to dis me
Cos I battle with rhymes, I battle with guns
reigns supreme over nearly every one
If you take the first letter of I just sung
You spell my "krs-one"
It's

2:

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

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

3:

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

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