Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

Whattya think makes up a
Whattya makes up a KRS?
Whattya makes up a KRS?

Skinny cat, young cat, with a knapsack to my back
before the crack attack
I used to let the Old 800 suds bubble
In the last car of the Avenue shuttle

Brooklyn, no doubt, Park, no doubt
Prospect I'm all laid out
Homeless, my gear out and I know this
But I'm an MC I stay

I took the shuttle to the D and wrote my rhymes in a
Took the D to the E, last stop the Twin
Sittin' in the belly of the
In the World Organization, bein' harassed by police

I wrote my rhymes right there on the
New City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits Center for a price
Let me you 'bout my life

The of shit a young black man
Gotta go through every day of his
Hard times to in, wake up in the morning
God

The type of shit a black man
Gotta go through day of his life
Hard to live in, wake up in the morning
(Now my turn, listen)

Eighty-five comes in, comes in
The marijuana the cocaine mix comes in
High class hustlers, I'm takin' flicks with
My first song's Red Alert, he's mixin'

a far cry from a kid sleepin' on the bench
Now I'm V.I.P. in the club, don't make sense
But it does, as I daps and hugs
cats that move drugs, they say, "Kris rise above"

Everybody knew my style, Kris was no
I wanted to get in the game but my peeps wouldn't it
They'd say, "Read them and write them hooks
Save our children, give 'em a new outlook"

So I did, I lived any street kid
But I was 20 books, others were handed 20 year bids
Still they sell to your mother or your wife
was respect man, let me tell you 'bout my life

The type of a young black man
Gotta go through every day of his
times to live in, wake up in the morning
God

The type of shit a black man
go through every day of his life
Hard times to in, wake up in the morning
(Now my turn, listen)

1987 my career up now
Me and Scott LaRock the year growin' up now
Me I'm just a private cat, whatever you as live
KRS is as as that

We the livest act, in eighty-eight, eighty-nine and now
But years be far behind me now
In ninety-one, no one can me now
I the underground to rhyme where it's grimy, wow

me now, 13 albums for you to see
Or catch me speakin' at universities
My mind stays keen, I'm ever seen
I do a lot of work, just not in the

Know what you to learn
Old school artists always burn
Know you need to learn
KRS-One, don't burn