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
trust them, never test me, I practice and study
But I'm not in it for the money, but to me look so funny
You can't test the teacher, the teacher reach intact
Through the you're weaker, now sit your ass in the back
My lyrical you hear it, you fear it, you get near it
'Cause the spirit eat Eric and Eric rhymes is wack
Like that, that, right

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

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

Yo, we livin' in a world of jets and limousine
The fruit we as we prepare tangerine to nectarine
See everybody in the same routine
We need the telephone, and yes, we 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 no wack rap
Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no rap
Me love, me love, me love, me love, me it when it's bad
See if you rap you ought be steppin' out the back
See emcees on the microphone forgettin' that they
See them kick the lyrics that are holdin' people back

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

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

Can I tell them 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?
Can I tell them that I never had a gun?
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?

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

You know it's hot, so you make it about your glock
To any perpetrator tryin' to blow up spot
You grab the microphone and talk a 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 up snake eyes
all that 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 huffed up with just two knives
You're terrified, 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
Never had a gun, had a gun?
Can I tell them that I really had a gun?
No, you can't 'cause now you 'bouts to get
Can I tell them that I never had a gun
had a gun, never had a gun?