Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun

It's meant to be evidently when I rock so
Put the beat on and let me kill wack emcee
Can't trust them, test me, I practice and study
But I'm not in it for the money, but to me look so funny
You can't test the teacher, the won't reach intact
the speaker you're weaker, now sit your ass in the back
My lyrical you hear it, you fear it, you get near it
the spirit eat Eric and Eric your rhymes is wack
Like that, that, right

Check, check it out, check it like
Just skills, you know you gots to just skills
You know you gots to build just skills, uh on get down
Just skills, you know we got to build just skills, come on get

Yeah, uh on, I got that rip track, flip that, underground rap
When I kick back, of what I'm hearin' be weak
So I speak through and the streets as I teach
I impeach, through speech, lyric leech I reach
a seat in the lecture nothin' can protect you
Hard is the of the mic wreckin' rock in your sector
Better than ever remember I am no
I like to out Eric Skinner

Just skills, you know we gots to build skills
A come on a get
Just skills, you we gots to build just skills
A come on a get

Yo, we livin' in a world of private jets and
The we eatin' as we prepare tangerine to nectarine
See everybody livin' in the routine
We the telephone, and yes, we need the fax machine
You to the sound, well I think you know it's me
Now, let me educate you my conscious poetry

Me want, me want, me want, me want, me no wack rap
Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no rap
Me love, me love, me love, me love, me love it it's bad
See if you wack rap you be steppin' out the back
See on the microphone forgettin' that they black
See hear them kick the lyrics that are holdin' people

But when you hear the teacher, KRS will the track
You bound to see the light, and you don't want return
So very closely to the secret scientist
I'm sending this one out to all my city kids
Now you supposed to be apostle what you have inside head
Can make you reliable, it can make you feel dead

Now listen closely to the way I say this rhyme
It's the thing called the brain, and the thing called the
But I'm time

Can I tell them that I never had a gun?
No, you can't now you 'bouts to get done
Can I them that I really never had a gun
Never had a gun, had a gun?
Can I tell them that I never had a gun?
No, you 'cause now you 'bouts to get done
Can I them that I really never had a gun
Never had a gun, never had a

On the you just yap a whole lot
About the clothes you got, yo, or the gold that you got
Everybody sees all the friends in Benz, yo, it's fat
But they ain't gettin' money like
Word to my brother Kenny, jealous one
The rich are few, while the poor,
But you got gold cuffs and cars and
You eatin' well, but still in the ghetto you

You it's hot, so you make it known about your glock
To any tryin' to blow up your spot
You grab the microphone and a good ramble
You the hardcore outlaw, criminal,
Burnin' emcees a candle, but you frontin'
You got nothin', with your life you gamble
One day you gamble up eyes
Talkin' all that junk you don't take dives, you take lives

Nobody on the block tries, 'cause you claim you got powerful
So at the red you arrive
And to your you get huffed up with just two steak knives
You're terrified, they your Benz, and what makes things worse
You ain't got gun the

Can I tell that I really never had a gun?
No, you can't now you 'bouts to get done
Can I tell them that I never had a gun
Never had a gun, never had a
Can I tell them that I really had a gun?
No, you can't 'cause now you to get done
Can I tell that I really never had a gun
Never had a gun, never had a