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 people don't believe rap is an art
Wake up, up, hypocrite look alive
Blastmaster krs-one will
or five million still deprived
When out to survive, up and realize
people say I am a rap missionary
Some say I am a walking dictionary
people say I am truly legendary
But what I am is a black revolutionary
I write on plain stationary
Mary, mary, contrary
Doesn't make sense in my
tom house niggaz, too scary
So they be around, I don't do this
For every jesus, there be a judas
It's the concept of the house nigga, nigga
The house nigga sell you up the river
So to massa, he'll bigger
And when ya bet under a rock, he'll
But I'll grab the tail of the house
Pull the trigger and his I'll deliver
To the court of righteous
Black, white, or indian, we're all
So all ya racist codes decode, explode
And eat you like pie a la mode
On a hot day, don't me no hamhocks
round the clock, I'll kick their buttocks
All afternoon in the classroom, in the room
In the bathroom, in the swimming
On a footstool, I'll stop -- nope, april fools!
Whip out the baseball bat and
March your racist to moscow

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

can I say, o ye of little faith
To think that krs-one has surely erased
a waste, my finger points at the face of the human race
They're confused and
My words are subliminal, metaphysical
I teach, not preach, you a challenge? I'll 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 health
Yet so rappers are preoccupied with wealth
On my I got titles
Other want belts and idols
cups from seminars and conventions
Competition and not to
The award for pimps and hoes
And every other hypocrite that flaunt their
Krs knows, so he grows
Always sayin somethin different from the average
So I them with the biggest chain
But it rate albums, I believe it is the brain
So I'll remain free you reign, I'm lovin it
You be the king and overthrow your government
Send your crew to or dublin
I'll out-think em, chump em, and em
Down to ya size, despite the
In the face of intelligence, ignorance
Dear, it's simple
Rap needed a teacher, so I it
Rough and ready, the are very steady
With lyrics sharp as a
Clap, another house niggaz neck
soft unlce tom crew is in check
Ego wrecked and rhymes
By krs-one, and directed