Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i the way I am and can't nobody 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 looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
at whistling* psss, I'm only buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any 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 some flyer to read
Then buy me
I got the flame like but I be, u-a-c
Some of the illest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get
Here it I'm as able 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
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To with butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs with caps I be rocking 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 ain't special, as that investor
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 I'm that boney homey
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But is far more than bats and gats
It stems to the roots of being true
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I 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 takes one to one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause 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, at the wall
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 school and be a scholar, but school for me
So don't go there, I'm comin 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 off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A that never lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in love call me
Cause love is gonna getcha i'ma
I'm like b.j. my arm is and I stretch ya
Styles east to west, all across the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch when
I probably get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love good music, I love my
I love myself, I 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 aunt
My moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these people be themselves y'all, em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)