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 some like mozart
'cause many don't believe rap is an art
Wake up, up, hypocrite look alive
krs-one will revive
Four or million still deprived
When out to survive, wake up and
people say I am a rap missionary
Some say I am a walking dictionary
Some people say I am legendary
But what I am is simply a revolutionary
I write rhymes on plain
Mary, mary, quite
make sense in my vocabulary
Uncle tom house niggaz, too
So they be around, I don't do this
For every jesus, must be a judas
It's the concept of the house nigga, nigga
The nigga will sell you up the river
So to massa, he'll look
And ya bet under a rock, he'll slither
But I'll grab the tail of the house
Pull the and his head I'll deliver
To the court of people
Black, white, or indian, we're all
So all ya racist I'll decode, explode
And eat you like apple pie a la
On a hot day, don't me no hamhocks
Cause round the clock, I'll their buttocks
All afternoon in the classroom, in the living
In the bathroom, in the swimming
On a footstool, I'll stop -- nope, april fools!
out the baseball bat and somehow
March your racist butt to

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

What can I say, o ye of faith
To think that krs-one has surely erased
a waste, my finger points at the face of the human race
They're and misplaced
My words are subliminal, sometimes
I teach, not preach, you want a challenge? start dissin you
I go philosophical by
Hearin the call, ignorant, hot
Ya want a palm and nice dope shade?
if the universal law is obeyed
Which is "know thyself" for better health
Yet so many are preoccupied with wealth
On my I got titles
Other artists want and idols
cups from seminars and conventions
Competition and not to
The award 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 doesn't albums, I believe it is the brain
So I'll remain while you reign, I'm lovin it
You be the king and I'll overthrow your
your crew to berlin or dublin
I'll out-think em, chump em, and em
Down to ya size, the cries
In the face of intelligence, ignorance
Dear, it's edutainment
Rap needed a teacher, so I it
Rough and ready, the beats are very
With lyrics sharp as a
Clap, another house niggaz neck
Another unlce tom crew is in check
Ego and rhymes corrected
By krs-one, and directed