Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't out here change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x with at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! me again
Is it me you're looking (yup)
For the perfect beat, oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
*attempt at psss, I'm only buggin
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 some flyer to read
buy from me
I got the flame like but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get
Here it comes I'm as able as to get raw
That's why the mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all threats
I'm good to go and I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be 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 man, free as the world be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you that special, as that investor
So to I say congratulations
I'm you had the patience, you better 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
From (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 bats and gats
It stems back to the roots of true
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about some shit I do?
I ain't nobody I ain't shank nobody
I ain't nobody, it wasn't 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 nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!
When I'm 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 don't make no sense
I'm to make the dollars, my momma told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but ain't for me
So don't even go there, I'm out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about seven years, I have no hair
But not only am I the hair president, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I have to pay 2pc dark
A raider that never the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I rock, I be all out of breath
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he down south, and fell in love call me love
love is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles east to west, all across the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch when
I probably would get more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love music, I love my momma
I myself, I love you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I wanna say peace to my moms, my
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, moms, corey's moms
Who are these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)