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 emcee
Can't trust them, test me, I practice and study
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 speaker you're weaker, now sit ass in the back
My lyrical you hear it, you it, you can't get near it
'Cause the spirit eat Eric and Eric your rhymes is
Like that, that, right

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

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

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

Yo, we livin' in a world of private and limousine
The fruit we as we prepare tangerine to nectarine
See everybody in the same 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 you with my conscious poetry

Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no rap
Me want, me want, me want, me want, me no wack 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 emcees on the forgettin' that they black
See hear them kick the lyrics that are people back

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

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

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

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

You it's hot, so you make it known about your glock
To any perpetrator tryin' to up your spot
You grab the microphone and a good ramble
You the hardcore outlaw, criminal,
Burnin' like a candle, but you frontin'
You got nothin', with your life you gamble
One day you gamble up snake
Talkin' all junk about 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 surprise you get huffed up with just two steak
You're terrified, take your Benz, and what makes things worse
You ain't got gun the

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