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 'common' at the end of 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 clean, but I can't whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a any rhyme I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an easy travel 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 chillest you may see
In life 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
why the dj's 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 affects the
Down to the in the polos, the studs with pros
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks with butters, high and rollers
Players plat 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
free man, free as the world be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as that
So to myself I say
I'm glad you had the patience, you better have the
thisisme
"i love the way I am and can't out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm that boney
stoney (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and they was like "he hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than and gats
It stems to the roots of being true
It's gonna get me me, you get you you
What I look like, talkin about shit I ain't do?
I shoot nobody I ain't shank nobody
I ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still have to show no gun
It one to know one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause i'ma be me,
I'm a man, now check 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 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 some say my talk don't make no
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my 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
in about seven years, I won't have no hair
But not am I the hair club president, I'm also a client
I come off a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A raider that lost 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
Cause love is getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz when bumpin
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 say peace 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)