Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun

It's meant to be evidently when I rock so
Put the beat on and let me another 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 the teacher, the teacher won't reach intact
Through the you're weaker, now sit your ass in the back
My lyrical you hear it, you fear it, you can't get it
'Cause the spirit eat Eric and Eric your rhymes is
Like that, that, back

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

Yeah, uh come on, I got that rip track, flip that, rap
When I kick back, most of I'm hearin' be weak
So I speak through beats and the as I teach
I impeach, speech, each lyric leech I reach
Have a seat in the lecture can protect you
is the texture of the mic wreckin' rock in your sector
Better than ever remember I am no
I to shout out Eric Skinner

Just skills, you we gots to build just skills
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 private and limousine
The fruit we as we prepare tangerine to nectarine
See livin' in the same routine
We need the telephone, and yes, we need the fax
You to the sound, well 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 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 microphone that they black
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 want return back
So listen very to the secret scientist
I'm this one out to all my inner city kids
Now you supposed to be apostle you have inside your head
Can you more reliable, it can make you feel dead

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

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

On the block you 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 Kenny, jealous one envy
The are few, while the poor, many
But you got gold cuffs and cars and
You eatin' well, but in the ghetto you dwell

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

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