Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and nobody 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! it's me
Is it me you're looking (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't even
To an easy travel now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want flyer to read
buy from me
I got the like u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
of the realest illest chillest cats you may see
In life if you get one
are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get done
Here it comes I'm as as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna dickses
Not da so save all your threats
I'm good to go and I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks affects the
to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
I'ma free man, 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 better the patience
thisisme
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup rony I'm that boney homey
stoney (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
take it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But is far more than bats and gats
It stems back to the of being true
It's gonna get me me, you get you you
What I look like, talkin about some shit I do?
I ain't shoot I ain't shank nobody
I kill nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still have to show no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, 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 no sense
I'm tryin to the dollars, my momma told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but school for me
So don't even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go
Probably in seven years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm also a
I off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A raider that never the ark/arc, on the shot
But now I shoot rock, I be all out of breath
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in call me love
love is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles from to west, all across the country
I'm like that big fat one catch when bumpin
I probably would get bumped more if I was a
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta 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 in peace to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, moms
Who are you? these be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)