Luyện nghe bài hát MC's Act Like They Don't Know

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

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

This is what you waited all for
The hardcore, that's KRS is here for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad
MC's can only battle with that got punchlines
Let's to see who headlines
Instead of for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act you know
Too many MC's take that 'emcee' lightly
They Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the that they express wackness
Let me ya whose ass is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit, you the tip and shit
Too to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it a bit
My title you will never get, I'm too
I'll send your my sentiments, my style is toxic
I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split quick the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you get with it

MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him
'Cause they know this kid gets all up in rectum
Slappin' and em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, em, deck-in' em
Who in their right can mimic a style like mine?
I design and get mine all the time
MC's on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I roll up and rush crew they start bitchin'
I burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they could tangle the likes of these
Cross t's and dot your 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 mechanism can divert my heat-seeking
As I mad iszm
The 1996 style's what I give 'em