Luyện nghe bài hát House Nigga

Let me see, let me see
How I start
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, look alive
Blastmaster krs-one revive
Four or five million deprived
out to survive, wake up and realize
Some people say I am a rap
people say I am a walking dictionary
Some people say I am truly
But what I am is simply a black
I write rhymes on plain
Mary, mary, quite
make sense in my vocabulary
Uncle tom house niggaz, too
So they can't be around, I don't do
For every jesus, there must be a
the concept of the house nigga, field nigga
The house nigga will you up the river
So to massa, look bigger
And when ya bet under a rock, slither
But I'll grab the tail of the nigga
Pull the trigger and his head I'll
To the of righteous people
Black, white, or indian, we're all
So all ya racist I'll decode, explode
And eat you like pie a la mode
On a hot day, bring me no hamhocks
Cause the clock, I'll 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 bat and somehow
March your racist butt to

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

What can I say, o ye of faith
To think that krs-one has been erased
What a waste, my finger points at the face of the race
confused and misplaced
My words are subliminal, metaphysical
I teach, not preach, you want a challenge? I'll dissin you
I go philosophical by
the call, ignorant, hot tropical
Ya want a palm tree and nice dope
Only if the law is obeyed
is "know thyself" for better mental health
Yet so many rappers are preoccupied with
On my shelf I got
artists want belts and idols
World cups from seminars and
and not to mention
The shows for pimps and hoes
And other hypocrite that flaunt their clothes
Krs knows, so he just
Always sayin different from the average joe's
So I confront them with the chain
But it rate albums, I believe it is the brain
So remain free while you reign, I'm lovin it
You be the king and I'll overthrow your
Send your crew to or dublin
out-think em, chump em, and shrink em
Down to ya size, despite the
In the face of intelligence, dies
Dear, it's simple
Rap needed a teacher, so I it
and ready, the beats are very steady
With lyrics as a machete
Clap, there's another niggaz neck
Another soft unlce tom is in check
Ego wrecked and corrected
By krs-one, produced and