Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't out here change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x '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 for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And picked a rhyme any I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't even
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 like u-i-c but I be,
Some of the realest illest chillest 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 as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna dickses
Not da so save all your threats
I'm to go and also I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks affects the
Down to the in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
Players with plat 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 at last
I'ma free man, as the world be
And an early bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as that
So to I say congratulations
I'm you had the patience, you better have the patience
thisisme
"i the way I am and can't nobody 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 take it ez, and they was "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than bats and
It stems back to the roots of true
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about shit I ain't do?
I shoot nobody I ain't shank nobody
I kill nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still don't to show no gun
It one to know 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 can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a 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 some say my talk don't make no
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my momma me
To go to and be a scholar, but school ain't for me
So even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about seven years, I won't no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm also a
I come off like a toupee, I still 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 adefo to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in love call me
Cause is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all across the
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, call me the 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 wanna say peace to my moms, my
Lil chandra, and john, yo in peace to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, moms
Who are you? people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)