Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

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

Yo they comin', it's but I know it they comin'
Maybe, not lately I feel it coming I knew it, comin'
This just in President, I
Jim, Jimmy, Jimmy up, Jimmy
Only the can save, 5.99 no obligation
Let me to rock this mic
Now the bear hybernates
And, and was going through your mind right now

Look at these MC's getting G's
Never wore BVD's or even Lees
Please, with these fantisies about you keys
When you know you in front of the TV eatin' grilled cheese
On knees you know my steez
Kris is nice with these

I'm Poison like BBD the plot thickens I be hittin'
And lyric lickin', any mix and over the skippin'
And cable clippin', sickenin'
Even though some ain't admitting
Through they system I keeps it
And tippin' the I pay tuiton not bail
Drink water not ale, my MC Hammer hits it right on the
I can't with my 7 stripes

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

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

It's just begun to bubble, KRS-One spells
On the mic there is no double
I from under the rumble
Count the truth poetic construction, abduction
Showbiz production for wack reduction
And fly instruction

the party hoppin'
Keep the DJs buggin' from the
Non hip hop chatter box
It was dope first crack out the box Scott LaRock
How MC's are up like sweat socks
makes the heads nod

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

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

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

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

The is started departed on schedule
I beg you please lookover my lyrical
What others do I can do
Enhancing 7 levels of mental
I stress, you're listening to the advanced lyrical best
Worldwide qualified to any MC test
Stop guessin,' class is in full
Now showbiz 'em how