Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun

It's meant to be evidently when I so eloquently
Put the beat on and let me kill wack emcee
Can't trust them, never test me, I 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
Through the you're weaker, now sit your ass in the back
My lyrical you hear it, you it, you can't get near it
'Cause the spirit eat Eric and Eric rhymes is wack
that, that, right back

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

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

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

Yo, we livin' in a world of jets and limousine
The we eatin' as we prepare tangerine to nectarine
See livin' in the same routine
We need the telephone, and yes, we need the fax
You listen to the sound, I think you know it's me
Now, let me you with my conscious 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 emcees on the microphone forgettin' they black
See them kick the lyrics that are holdin' people back

But when you hear the teacher, KRS find the track
You bound to see the light, and you want return back
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 inside your head
Can you more 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 called the mind
But I'm time

Can I tell them that I really never had a
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
Can I tell them that I never had a gun?
No, you 'cause now you 'bouts to get done
Can I tell them that I really had a gun
Never had a gun, had a gun?

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

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

Nobody on the tries, 'cause you claim 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 that I never had a gun?
No, you 'cause now you 'bouts to get done
Can I tell them that I never had a gun
had a gun, never had a gun?
Can I them that 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, had a gun?