Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out 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 looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
at whistling* psss, I'm only buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I have any time
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an easy travel agent now we fly for
I can be fly for free, you want flyer to read
buy from me
I got the flame u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
of the realest illest chillest cats you may see
In your 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 bomb so save all your
I'm good to go and also I'm
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
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 plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz 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 free man, free as the be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you ain't special, as that investor
So to myself I say
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)
scony rony I'm that boney homey
From stoney (common) you me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than bats and
It stems to the roots of being true
gonna get me me, you just 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 don't have to show no gun
It one to know one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the wall
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be talkin
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 comin out of nowhere, to go
Probably in about seven years, I won't have no
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 that never lost the ark/arc, on the
But now I shoot rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in call me love
Cause love is gonna i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all across the
I'm like that big fat one catch when bumpin
I probably would get more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love good music, I my momma
I love myself, I you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I wanna say to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my stella
My sides moms, moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)