Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun

It's meant to be evidently I rock so eloquently
Put the beat on and let me kill another wack
Can't trust them, never test me, I practice and
But I'm not in it for the money, but to me they so funny
You can't test the teacher, the teacher won't intact
Through the 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 build just
You know you gots to build just skills, uh come on get
Just skills, you know we got to build just skills, come on get

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

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

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

Me want, me want, me want, me want, me no wack rap
Me want, me want, me want, me want, me no wack rap
Me love, me love, me love, me love, me love it when 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 that are holdin' people back

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

Now listen very closely to the way I say this
It's the thing called the brain, and the thing the mind
But I'm outta

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

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

You know it's hot, so you it known about your glock
To any perpetrator tryin' to up your spot
You grab the microphone and a good ramble
You the outlaw, criminal, vandal
Burnin' like a candle, but you frontin'
You ain't got nothin', with your you gamble
One day you gamble up snake
Talkin' all that junk about you don't dives, you take lives

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

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