Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun

It's to be evidently when I rock so eloquently
Put the beat on and let me kill another wack
Can't trust them, never me, I practice and study
But I'm not in it for the money, but to me look so funny
You test the teacher, the teacher won't reach intact
the speaker 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 your rhymes is wack
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 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, flip that, rap
When I back, most of what I'm hearin' be weak
So I speak 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' in your sector
Better than remember I am no beginner
I like to shout out Eric

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

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

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

But when you hear the teacher, KRS will find the
You bound to see the light, and you want return back
So listen very to the secret scientist
I'm sending this one out to all my inner kids
Now you to be apostle what you have inside your head
Can make you reliable, it can make you feel dead

Now listen closely to the way I say this rhyme
It's the called 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 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 can't 'cause now you 'bouts to get
Can I tell them that I really had a gun
Never had a gun, never had a

On the block you yap a whole lot
About the clothes you got, yo, or the gold that you got
Everybody sees all the friends in Benz, yo, it's fat
But they ain't money like that
Word to my brother Kenny, one envy
The rich are few, while the poor,
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 to blow up your spot
You grab the microphone and talk a ramble
You the hardcore outlaw, criminal,
emcees like a candle, but you frontin'
You ain't got nothin', with your you gamble
One day you gamble up snake
Talkin' all that about you don't take dives, you take lives

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

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