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 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 test the teacher, the won't reach intact
Through the speaker you're weaker, now sit ass in the back
My you hear 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, it out, check it like this
Just skills, you you gots to build just skills
You you gots to build just skills, uh come on get down
skills, you know we got to build just skills, come on get down

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

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

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 it when it's 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 that are holdin' people back

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

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

Can I tell them that I really had a gun?
No, you 'cause 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 really had a gun?
No, you can't 'cause now you 'bouts to get
Can I tell them that I 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 brother Kenny, jealous one
The rich are few, the poor, many
But you got gold and cars and stuff
You eatin' well, but still in the ghetto you

You know hot, so you make it known about your glock
To any perpetrator tryin' to blow up your
You grab the microphone and a good ramble
You the outlaw, criminal, vandal
Burnin' like a candle, but you frontin'
You ain't got nothin', with your you gamble
One day you gamble up eyes
Talkin' all that junk about you don't take dives, you lives

Nobody on the tries, 'cause you claim you got powerful ties
So at the red you arrive
And to your surprise you get huffed up with two steak knives
You're terrified, they take your Benz, and what things worse
You ain't got gun the

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