Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

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