Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

Hey baby, me something to drink in here
Please sit down and watch a TV

Yo they comin', crazy but I know it they comin'
Maybe, not lately I feel it coming I it, they comin'
This in President, I guarentee
Jim, Jimmy, Jimmy wake up,
Only the can save, 5.99 no obligation
Let me start to rock mic
Now the polar bear
And, and what was going through mind right now

Look at these weak MC's G's
Never wore BVD's or even Lees
Please, with these fantisies you selliing keys
When you you bees in front of the TV eatin' grilled cheese
On your knees you know my
Kris is nice these M-I-Cs

I'm Poison like BBD the plot thickens I be hittin'
And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and over the
And cable clippin', still
Even though some people ain't
Through they I keeps it kickin'
And tippin' the I pay tuiton not bail
Drink not ale, my MC Hammer hits it right on the nail
I can't fail with my 7

one pierces the lung over the drum MC's become dumb
Like "um?" They numb, bite the tongue over the bass
I am D the MC like Run, spittin' for fun
And for a sum of the crumb
You when you swung, I connected whole hum
Another one underestimated KRS-One, yeah, so

Say
If you want true skill
Say
If you the hip hop to build
Say
I'll be rockin' all year
You better cool the F out we go up in your mouth

It's just begun to bubble, spells trouble
On the mic soon there is no
I from under the rumble
Count the truth construction, audio abduction
Showbiz production for wack lyric
And fly instruction

Keep the party
Keep the DJs buggin' from the
Non Xerox hip hop box
It was dope first crack out the box with Scott
How are washed up like sweat socks
KRS-one the heads nod

Say
If you want true skill
Say
If you want the hip hop to
Say
be rockin' all year round
You better the F out before we go up in your mouth

KRS-One, yes my son
Tweet
KRS-One, yes my son
Tweet tweet,
You know they can't compete, ain't right
No
You cool the F out before we go up in your mouth

When it's my turn, kid, at what you done did
Like my head is dreadable, you
I incredible shit for my poeple
I'm these like me so sue and stretch like bobbito overloops
you sittin' on stoops I'm rockin' mics for U.S. troops in group
You up, oops, I can read a true crook
Like I a new book

I'm on hip hop culture
at the tip top lyrical structure
Floatin' like a soap bubble you don't wann puncture
Or rupture, I write what I utter, mother mother
There's too many of us dying trying and not doin'
Not still pursueing, what you doing?
What you doing? you doing?

The session is started on schedule
I beg you please lookover my lyrical
others can't do I can do
Enhancing 7 levels of your
I stress, you're listening to the advanced lyrical best
Worldwide qualified to administer any MC
guessin,' class is in full session
Now show 'em how