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 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 look so
You can't test the teacher, the teacher reach intact
Through the speaker you're weaker, now sit your ass in the
My lyrical you it, you fear it, you can't get near it
'Cause the spirit eat Eric and Eric your rhymes is
that, that, right back

Check, check it out, check it this
Just skills, you know you to build just skills
You know you gots to build just skills, uh 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, flip that, 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
is the texture of the mic wreckin' rock in your sector
Better than remember I am no beginner
I like to out Eric 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 come on a get

Yo, we livin' in a world of private and limousine
The fruit we eatin' as we prepare to nectarine
See everybody in the same routine
We need the telephone, and yes, we the fax machine
You listen to the sound, 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 when bad
See if you wack rap you ought be steppin' out the
See emcees on the microphone forgettin' that black
See hear them kick the lyrics that are holdin' back

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

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

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

On the you just yap a whole lot
About the clothes that you got, yo, or the gold you got
Everybody sees all the friends in your Benz, yo, fat
But they ain't gettin' like that
Word to my brother Kenny, one envy
The rich are few, 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 known your glock
To any perpetrator to blow up your spot
You grab the microphone and talk a good
You the hardcore outlaw, criminal,
Burnin' emcees a candle, but you frontin'
You ain't got nothin', with your life you
One day you gamble up eyes
Talkin' all that junk about you don't take dives, you take

Nobody on the block tries, 'cause you claim you got powerful
So at the red light you
And to surprise you get huffed up with just two steak knives
You're terrified, they take your Benz, and what things worse
You got gun the first

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