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! 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 whistling* psss, I'm only
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... don't trip
To an travel agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to
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? ) they get done
Here it comes I'm as able as to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna bust
Not da bomb so save all threats
I'm to go and also I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs with
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, high and rollers
with plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape about as much as 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 like an bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as that
So to I say congratulations
I'm glad you had the patience, you have the patience
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
stoney (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 more than bats and
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 I ain't do?
I shoot nobody I ain't shank nobody
I ain't 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, i'ma be me, aight?
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
Common!
(repeat 3x)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the
can I come off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be shit
But say my talk don't make no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my 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 about seven years, I have no hair
But not only am I the hair 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 shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy adefo wanted to be a
But he went down south, and fell in call me love
Cause love is gonna getcha i'ma
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch bumpin
I probably get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I good music, I love my momma
I love myself, I love you, and you 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 to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's
Who are you? these be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)