Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

Whattya makes up a KRS?
Whattya think makes up a
Whattya makes up a KRS?

Skinny cat, cat, with a knapsack strapped to my back
before the crack attack
I to let the Old English 800 suds bubble
In the car of the Franklin Avenue shuttle

Brooklyn, no doubt, Park, no doubt
Park I'm all laid out
Homeless, my played out and I know this
But I'm an MC I focused

I took the shuttle to the D and wrote my rhymes in a
Took the D to the E, last stop the Twin
Sittin' in the of the beast
In the World Trade Organization, bein' harassed by

I wrote my rhymes right there on the
New York City, 1984 was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits for a high price
Let me you 'bout my life

The type of shit a black man
go through every day of his life
Hard to live in, wake up in the morning
God

The type of shit a black man
go through every day of his life
Hard times to live in, up in the morning
(Now my turn, listen)

comes in, eighty-six comes in
The marijuana with the mix comes in
High hustlers, I'm takin' flicks with them
My song's Red Alert, he's mixin' them

a far cry from a kid sleepin' on the bench
Now I'm V.I.P. in the club, don't make sense
But it does, as I take daps and
From cats that move drugs, say, "Kris rise above"

knew my style, Kris was no coward
I wanted to get in the game but my peeps wouldn't it
They'd say, "Read them and write them hooks
Save our children, give 'em a new outlook"

So I did, I lived like any kid
But I was handed 20 books, others were handed 20 year
Still they wouldn't sell to your or your wife
There was man, let me tell you 'bout my life

The type of a young black man
go through every day of his life
Hard times to live in, wake up in the
God

The type of a young black man
Gotta go every day of his life
Hard times to live in, wake up in the
(Now my turn, listen)

1987 my career up now
Me and Scott took the year growin' up now
Me I'm just a cat, whatever you perceive as live
KRS is as as that

We the livest act, in eighty-eight, and ninety now
But them be far behind me now
In ninety-one, no one can me now
I chose the underground to rhyme where grimy, wow

Rewind me now, 13 for you to see
Or catch me at them universities
My mind keen, I'm hardly ever seen
I do a lot of work, not in the mainstream

Know you need to learn
Old school don't always burn
what you need to learn
KRS-One, don't always