Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
(repeat 2x, then 2x 'common' at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! me again
Is it me looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, oblique
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
at whistling* psss, I'm only buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't even
To an travel agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you some flyer to read
buy from me
I got the flame like u-i-c but I be,
of the realest illest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get
Here it comes I'm as able as to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm bust dickses
Not da bomb so all your threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs pros
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To with butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape about as much as they do
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
I'ma man, free as the world be
And an early bird, I'm special
But you that special, as that investor
So to myself I say
I'm you had the patience, you better have the patience
thisisme
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm that boney
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 back to the roots of being
It's gonna get me me, you get you you
What I look like, talkin some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't shank
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 one to know one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
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 some say my talk don't no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but ain't for me
So don't even go there, I'm out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about seven years, I have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm a client
I come off a toupee, I still have 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 went south, and fell in love call me love
love is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm that big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I probably would get bumped more if I was a
But I am a gangsta, call me the 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 say peace 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 people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)