Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
(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 perfect beat, oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any
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 but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest illest chillest you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get
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 bomb so all your threats
I'm good to go and I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks 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 and rollers
Players with plat studs 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 like an bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as investor
So to I say congratulations
I'm you had the patience, you better 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 is far more than bats and gats
It stems back to the of being true
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, about some 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 takes one to know one, and no one can me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i love the way I am and nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a 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 make no sense
I'm to make the dollars, my momma told me
To go to and be a scholar, but school ain't for me
So don't even go there, I'm out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm also a
I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc
A raider that never the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he down south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
from east to west, all across the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch when
I probably would get 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 stella
My moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)