Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun

It's meant to be evidently when I so eloquently
Put the on and let me kill another wack emcee
Can't trust them, test me, I practice and study
But I'm not in it for the money, but to me they look so
You test the teacher, the teacher won't reach intact
Through the you're weaker, now sit your ass in the back
My lyrical you it, you fear 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, it like this
Just skills, you know you to build just skills
You know you gots to build skills, uh come on get down
skills, you know we got to build just skills, come on get down

Yeah, uh on, I got that rip track, flip that, underground rap
When I kick back, most of what I'm be weak
So I speak through beats and the streets as I
I impeach, through speech, 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 ever remember I am no beginner
I like to shout out Skinner

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

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

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 when bad
See if you rap you ought be steppin' out the back
See emcees on the microphone forgettin' that they
See hear kick the lyrics 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 back
So listen very to the secret scientist
I'm sending this one out to all my inner city
Now you supposed to be apostle what you have inside your
Can make you more reliable, it can make you dead

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

Can I tell them I really never had a gun?
No, you 'cause now you 'bouts to get done
Can I tell them I really never had a gun
Never had a gun, had a gun?
Can I them that 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, 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 that
Word to my Kenny, jealous one envy
The rich are few, the poor, many
But you got gold and cars and stuff
You eatin' well, but in the ghetto you dwell

You know it's hot, so you make it known about glock
To any perpetrator tryin' to up your spot
You grab the and talk a good ramble
You the outlaw, criminal, vandal
Burnin' emcees a candle, but you frontin'
You ain't got nothin', with your life you
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 ties
So at the red you arrive
And to your surprise you get up with just two steak knives
You're terrified, they take your Benz, and what makes things
You got gun the first

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