Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Like (Remix)

Clap your hands everybody, if you got it takes
I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on The Breaks

If you don't know me by now I you'll ever know me
I never won a Grammy, I win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC it real
When I the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
the time as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party liver
Flow with the master rhymer, to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the climber
Clapper, down goes rapper
Onto another matter, up the data, Blastmaster
Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
Flat top, braids, heads or natty dread
There once was a story about a man Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids
Want to rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go come around I figure
Now we got kids callin' themselves niggas
The tables turned as the burned
Remember You Learn
the styles I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, or player
But make sure live you is a dope sayer

This is you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's KRS is here for
Big up Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill mad skill
MC's can battle with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who
Instead of flow for flow go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you
Too MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It be the fact that they express wackness
Let me show ya ass is the blackest
I flip a a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, style is counterfeit
Now it down a bit
My title you will get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send family my sentiments, my style is toxic
I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split from the lyric
hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it

Some MC's like the KRS but they must respect him
'Cause they know kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, em, disrespectin' em
deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right can mimic a style like mine?
I design rhyme and get all the time
MC's on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they could tangle with the of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean
You dope, you lied, I like artefacts
On the side of the tracks, electrified
Comin' around the mountain, you run and
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my lyricism
As I mad iszm
The 1996 style's what I give 'em