Luyện nghe bài hát House Nigga

Let me see, let me see
How should I
If I say stop the violence, I won't
Maybe I should write some like mozart
'cause many people don't rap is an art
up, shake up, hypocrite look alive
Blastmaster will revive
Four or five million still
When out to survive, up and realize
people say I am a rap missionary
Some people say I am a dictionary
people say I am truly legendary
But what I am is simply a revolutionary
I write rhymes on plain
Mary, mary, contrary
Doesn't make in my vocabulary
Uncle tom niggaz, too scary
So can't be around, I don't do this
For jesus, there must be a judas
It's the concept of the house nigga, field
The house nigga will sell you up the
So to massa, he'll bigger
And ya bet under a rock, he'll slither
But I'll grab the of the house nigga
Pull the trigger and his head I'll
To the court of righteous
Black, white, or indian, we're all
So all ya racist codes I'll decode,
And eat you like apple pie a la
On a hot day, don't bring me no
Cause round the clock, kick their buttocks
All afternoon in the classroom, in the room
In the bathroom, in the pool
On a footstool, I'll stop -- nope, april fools!
out the baseball bat and somehow
March racist butt to moscow

Ya know I'm saying?
Are any, are there any intelligent people in the house?

What can I say, o ye of little
To think that krs-one has surely erased
What a waste, my finger points at the face of the race
confused and misplaced
My words are subliminal, sometimes
I teach, not preach, you a challenge? I'll start dissin you
I go by topical
Hearin the call, ignorant, hot
Ya want a palm tree and nice shade?
Only if the law is obeyed
Which is "know thyself" for mental health
Yet so many rappers are preoccupied wealth
On my I got titles
artists want belts and idols
World cups from seminars and
Competition and not to
The award for pimps and hoes
And every other that flaunt their clothes
Krs knows, so he grows
sayin somethin different from the average joe's
So I confront them the biggest chain
But it doesn't rate albums, I it is the brain
So I'll remain free while you reign, I'm it
You be the king and I'll overthrow your
Send your crew to or dublin
I'll out-think em, chump em, and em
to ya size, despite the cries
In the face of intelligence, dies
Dear, it's simple
Rap a teacher, so I became it
and ready, the beats are very steady
With sharp as a machete
Clap, there's house niggaz neck
Another unlce tom crew is in check
Ego wrecked and corrected
By krs-one, produced and