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

Check, check it out, it like this
Just skills, you know you gots to just skills
You know you gots to just skills, uh come 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, flip that, rap
When I kick back, most of what I'm be weak
So I speak beats and the streets as I teach
I impeach, through speech, each lyric leech I
a seat in the lecture nothin' can protect you
Hard is the texture of the mic wreckin' rock in sector
Better ever remember I am no beginner
I like to out Eric Skinner

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

Yo, we livin' in a world of private jets and
The we eatin' as we prepare tangerine to nectarine
See everybody livin' in the 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 with my conscious

Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no rap
Me want, me want, me want, me want, me no wack rap
Me love, me love, me love, me love, me love it when bad
See if you wack rap you be steppin' out the back
See emcees on the microphone forgettin' that they
See hear them kick the lyrics 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 closely to the scientist
I'm this one out to all my inner city kids
Now you supposed to be apostle what you have inside 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 called the mind
But I'm time

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
had a gun, never 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 really had a gun
had a gun, never had a gun?

On the you just yap a whole lot
About the clothes that you got, yo, or the that you got
sees all the friends in your Benz, yo, it's fat
But they gettin' money like that
Word to my brother Kenny, one envy
The are few, while the poor, many
But you got gold cuffs and and stuff
You eatin' well, but still in the you dwell

You it's hot, so you make it known about your glock
To any tryin' to blow up your spot
You the microphone and talk a good ramble
You the outlaw, criminal, vandal
Burnin' emcees like a candle, but you
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 powerful
So at the red light you
And to your surprise you get huffed up with just two knives
You're terrified, take 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 them that I really never had a
No, you can't now you 'bouts to get done
Can I tell that I really never had a gun
Never had a gun, never had a