Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change 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 looking 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 rhyme I 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 flyer to read
buy from me
I got the flame like u-i-c but I be,
Some of the realest illest cats you may see
In your if you get one
are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get done
Here it I'm as able as cain 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 also I'm
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, high rollers and
Players with plat studs with stocking 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
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 nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup rony I'm that boney homey
From stoney (common) you 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 bats and gats
It back to the roots of being true
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about some I ain't do?
I ain't 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 takes one to one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check it
"i the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!
When I'm at the flat, lookin at the wall
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 don't go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the club president, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I still to pay 2pc dark
A raider that never lost the ark/arc, on the
But now when I rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he down south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is gonna i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
Styles east to west, all across the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch bumpin
I probably would get bumped if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love music, I love my momma
I love myself, I you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I say peace to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in to my aunt stella
My sides moms, moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these people be themselves y'all, em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)