Luyện nghe bài hát De Automatic

Some fear de
it out

Some de automatic, yes de automatic
Disrespect, MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de
Tonight a gwan die

Crazy MC's waste they chasin' millions
While KRS-One, holds the minds of the
I'm buildin' a of a hundred and forty-four thousand
Chosen few heads up in project

A true rapper, street rapper, to the center
I enter any cipher, tales of adventure
If rappers are beats like cars, I'm bendin' mad fenders
Put down your mic and

Youse a pretender, Blastmaster KRS the pavement
Kickin' Edutainment while you for your arraignment
Save it friend before chest I cave it in
I got my way again, I'm classical like a fuckin' Davidson

How do you think I kick a style no and you figure
simple, I'm a rap God, and youse a nigga
Don't mean I'm bigger, it simply means I'm
For starters, I at you poetically harder

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, MC's, me nah go have it
De automatic, get de
Tonight a rapper die

Ha hah, ass rapper, how you think you got juice?
When you rock a pair of panties underneath bubblegoose
KRS-One will up parties dramatically
My slap a wack rapper automatically

When you was witcha mother, afraid of the dark
I was sleepin' out in Park
one meal every 48 hours
Writin' dope rhyme styles you now devour

you realize, that I'm all about survival
I got friends 'cause I killed all my rivals
Show up at the recitals, took they titles
From eighty-six to ninety-six completes my first

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go it
De automatic, get de
Tonight a rapper die

I 40 days and 40 nights in the wilderness
I'm hard, from to toe yo there ain't no killin' this
I wrote over 100 rap
And sociological books, while you worried about looks

Now you wanna enter the in sound
But I've got the live show locked down
Platinum and gold don't hold in my
You gots to it real on the mic, when they see ya

I manifest, in the West the East and
The vision in rap is wack and I don't know of
I represent New to be specific
The South Bronx, but in Japan I'm gifted

I a jet and land on your set, what the fuck?
Twenty bucks for a rap show is still, twenty
I from eighty-six and bring you into ninety-six
No gimmicks, or lip-sync lyrics

De automatic, get de
Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go it
De automatic, get de
Tonight a gwan die

Yeah yeah, the God Fat Joe
Representin' the South Bronx
With my Kris, knockin' off frauds
Motherfuckers do what?
Big shout out to my nigga Kenny
Ill Will, BDP crew for life
Naughty Gotto, the Big French
Of the TAT crew, my nigga Brim
The T.S. crew, and the whole
South represent nigga, uhh
The South Bronx, the South Bronx
South Bronx, the South Bronx
Yeah, uhh