Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, 2x with '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 beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
*attempt at psss, I'm only buggin
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't trip
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
Some of the realest illest chillest 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 bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all your
I'm good to go and I'm rets
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
Players with studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my 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 an early bird, I'm special
But you that special, as that investor
So to I say congratulations
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 boney homey
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far than bats and gats
It stems to the roots of being true
It's gonna get me me, you 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 have to no gun
It takes one to one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause i'ma be me,
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 chillin at the flat, lookin at the
Wondering can I 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 tryin to the dollars, my momma told me
To go to and be a scholar, but school ain't for me
So don't go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
in about seven years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm also a
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 wanted to be a
But he went down south, and fell in love call me
Cause love is gonna getcha 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 catch when
I probably would get bumped 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 love you, and you me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I wanna say to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my aunt
My moms, ron's 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)