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 songs like mozart
many people don't believe rap is an art
Wake up, shake up, hypocrite alive
krs-one will revive
Four or five still deprived
out to survive, wake up and realize
Some people say I am a rap
Some say I am a walking dictionary
people say I am truly legendary
But what I am is simply a black
I rhymes on plain stationary
Mary, mary, contrary
Doesn't make sense in my
Uncle tom house niggaz, too
So they can't be around, I do this
For jesus, there must be a judas
It's the concept of the nigga, field nigga
The house nigga will sell you up the
So to massa, look bigger
And when ya bet under a rock, he'll
But I'll grab the tail of the house
Pull the and his head I'll deliver
To the of righteous people
Black, white, or indian, all equal
So all ya racist codes I'll decode,
And eat you like apple pie a la
On a hot day, bring me no hamhocks
Cause round the clock, kick their buttocks
All afternoon in the classroom, in the room
In the bathroom, in the pool
On a footstool, then I'll stop -- nope, fools!
Whip out the baseball bat and
your racist butt to moscow

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

What can I say, o ye of little
To think that krs-one has surely been
What a waste, my finger points at the face of the human
They're and misplaced
My words are subliminal, sometimes
I teach, not preach, you want a challenge? start dissin you
I go philosophical by
the call, ignorant, hot tropical
Ya want a palm tree and nice dope
Only if the universal law is
Which is "know thyself" for better mental
Yet so many rappers are preoccupied wealth
On my shelf I got
artists want belts and idols
World cups from and conventions
and not to mention
The award shows for pimps and
And every other hypocrite that flaunt their
Krs knows, so he just
sayin somethin different from the average joe's
So I confront with the biggest chain
But it doesn't rate albums, I it is the brain
So I'll free while you reign, I'm lovin it
You be the king and I'll overthrow government
Send your to berlin or dublin
out-think em, chump em, and shrink em
Down to ya size, the cries
In the face of intelligence, ignorance
Dear, it's simple
Rap needed a teacher, so I it
Rough and ready, the beats are steady
With sharp as a machete
Clap, there's another house neck
Another soft unlce tom is in check
Ego and rhymes corrected
By krs-one, and directed