Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun

It's meant to be evidently I rock so eloquently
Put the beat on and let me kill wack 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 test the teacher, the teacher won't reach intact
Through the speaker 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 and Eric your rhymes is wack
Like that, that, right

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

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

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

Yo, we livin' in a of private jets and limousine
The fruit we as we prepare tangerine to nectarine
See everybody livin' in the same
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 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 when bad
See if you wack rap you ought be 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 find the track
You bound to see the light, and you want return back
So very closely to the secret scientist
I'm this one out to all my inner city kids
Now you to be apostle what you have inside your head
Can make you more reliable, it can make you feel

Now very closely to the way I say this rhyme
It's the thing called the brain, and the 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 that I really never had a gun
had a gun, never 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 them I really never had a gun
Never had a gun, never had a

On the block you just yap a lot
About the that you got, yo, or the gold that you got
Everybody sees all the in your 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 eatin' well, but still in the ghetto you

You know it's hot, so you make it known about your
To any perpetrator 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 got nothin', with your life you gamble
One day you up snake eyes
Talkin' all that junk about you don't take dives, you lives

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

Can I them that 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, never had a
Can I tell them that I 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