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

Clap hands everybody, if you got what 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 doubt ever know me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a
But I'm not the only MC it real
I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!"
Check the as I rhyme, it's 1995
I arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to behind
The video rapper, you know, the climber
Clapper, goes another rapper
another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or dread
There was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of head
Word, what go come around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves
The turned as the crosses burned
You Must Learn
About the I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a space age ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, or player
But make sure live you is a rhyme sayer

This is what you 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 with mad
MC's can only battle with rhymes got punchlines
battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's go for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act you know
Too many MC's take word 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even
It might be the that they express wackness
Let me show ya ass is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit, you the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, style is counterfeit
Now tone it a bit
My you will never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock head, I knock it
It split from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you get with it

Some MC's don't like the KRS but must respect him
'Cause know this kid gets all up in they rectum
and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, em, deck-in' em
Who in their mind can mimic a style like mine?
I design and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, dissin'
When I roll up and rush their they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some
Believe they could tangle the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, like the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I reside like
On the wrong side of the tracks,
around the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I spark mad
The 1996 style's what I give 'em