Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

One two, one two
Alright people in the place to be
The party has started
And about to ill

Let me introduce you to type of rapper MC
glamor and glitter don't matter gently
I'm tired of the empty
Classical like a luger
like a tune for scuba diving who am I the hyper
Like I said, before my radar's bibbit, bibbit
The microphone I grip it, grip it, lyric, I live it
it my spirit is where it should be

Don't me if you pussy
I spot 'em, it seems you want to ride the
I got em, KRS got skills in the
I waste megahertz of bottom, chill
As I rock 'em and get ill, I build the perfect to kill
Verbal will lead to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, one I hype it
Your album, it

How many MC's,
Never be MC's, 'cause they MC
How MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, they can't MC

Triplet syllables for criminals
Lyrical riddles that got hard in the middle
Sit back and chittle as I stand and still rebuild on
The admission of serial lyrics, to weaken the spirit
Will be diverted by this when you hear it
any style any day
Any way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade
The oratorical techniques I speak keep the heat at full peak

My grammar with stamina, grabs a rapper the fresh catch of the day
And crack the back of that DJ, I'm strappin' and a pack
And whatever happens after that happens, fact
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in when you're not ashy
Focus on the syllable and the cash G
G for guard your grill, I'm to kill
Odd but ill, a job to fill is to on skills
We built and style and skill
poetically recriminate you like a child I will

Get ill, and to earn 'cause I prefer to slur but not blur
you're stirring up trouble surely you don't need it
Be seated I'm dem not see it
Observe me beat it

How many MC's,
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC
How many MC's,
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC

Let's get back to the quickly, get with me
The voice New York City is too witty
I come from a era of 'OJ cars', Latin
Fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't me
Nowhere, that I been to
You can't tell me nuttin' that I ain't through
the teacher I gots to get you
'Cause can't MC

But you really sayin'
You sound like a bitch-ass when he's saying
"Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing, and swaying
Day in and day out, your styles are out, see you way out
Before you're laid out, your bright start to fade out
The thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" 'No great area'
Everything is black and white we the gray out it's scarier
Either you're winnin' or losin', spinnin' the rules of

But there ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' a lot in your noggin'
'Cause I know that you're starvin'
Carbon, your name, battle
wants to battle but you babble
Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the only way that you can gain
I for ya soldier, I hate to say it but I told ya so
You know that I know the ancient KRS-One
Is the holder of a boulder yo, folder yo
You want a fresh style let me you slow your blow
I'm not foe battling me? No, no, no, no, no, no, no

How MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, 'cause can't MC
How many MC's,
Never be MC's, 'cause they MC

If a DJ think he man den he prepare for war
BDP crew get up in that ass a piece of toilet tissue
General Lion I them all and I am on fiyah
the hardest crew, you know how we do
Anything tess, dead, gun shot to dem head,