Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, 2x with 'common' at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! it's me
Is it me looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm buggin
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And picked a rhyme any I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't trip
To an travel agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to
buy from me
I got the like u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest illest cats you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) they get done
Here it comes I'm as as cain to get raw
That's why the mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses
Not da bomb so all your threats
I'm to go and also I'm rets
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking
Til I
play my tape about as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
I'ma man, free as the world be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you that special, as that investor
So to myself I say
I'm glad you had the patience, you have the patience
thisisme
"i love the way I am and nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony I'm that boney homey
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far than bats and gats
It back to the roots of being true
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I shank nobody
I ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still don't have to no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can me
How to be, i'ma be me, aight?
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i love the way I am and can't out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
When I'm at the flat, lookin at the wall
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be shit
But say my talk don't make no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my momma me
To go to school and be a scholar, but ain't for me
So don't go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
in about seven years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm a client
I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc
A raider never lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now I shoot rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo wanted to be a
But he went down south, and fell in love me love
Cause love is getcha i'ma getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
from east to west, all across the country
I'm like big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I probably would get bumped more if I was a
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I good music, I love my momma
I myself, I love you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I say peace to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, moms
Who are you? people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)