Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
(repeat 2x, 2x with 'common' at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! it's me
Is it me you're for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, oblique
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
at whistling* psss, I'm only buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an easy agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want flyer to read
buy from me
I got the flame like u-i-c but I be,
Some of the realest illest cats you may see
In your if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because get done
it comes I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks butters, high rollers and rollers
Players plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
I'ma free man, free as the be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as investor
So to I say congratulations
I'm glad you had the patience, you better the patience
thisisme
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm that boney
From stoney (common) you me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than and gats
It back to the roots of being true
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about some I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't nobody
I ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a and still don't have to show no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, at the wall
can I come off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be shit
But some say my talk make no sense
I'm to make the dollars, my momma told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but school for me
So don't even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go
Probably in about seven years, I have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm also a
I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc
A raider that never lost the ark/arc, on the
But now I shoot rock, I be all out of breath
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he went down south, and in love call me love
love is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
Styles east to west, all across the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz when bumpin
I probably would get bumped more if I was a
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I good music, I love my momma
I love myself, I you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I wanna say peace to my moms, my
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my aunt
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, moms
Who are these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)