Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun

It's meant to be when I rock so eloquently
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 they so funny
You can't test the teacher, the won't reach intact
Through the you're weaker, now sit your ass in the back
My lyrical you it, you fear it, you can't get near it
'Cause the spirit eat Eric and Eric your is wack
that, that, right back

Check, check it out, check it this
Just skills, you know you 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, on get down

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

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

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 the telephone, and yes, we need the fax machine
You listen to the sound, well I you know it's me
Now, let me educate you with my 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 it when it's 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 that are holdin' people

But when you the teacher, KRS will find the track
You bound to see the light, and you don't want back
So listen closely to the secret scientist
I'm sending one out to all my inner city kids
Now you supposed to be apostle what you have inside your
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 thing called the
But I'm outta

Can I tell them that I really never had a
No, you 'cause now you 'bouts to get done
Can I tell that 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 'cause now you 'bouts to get
Can I tell that I really never had a gun
Never had a gun, had a gun?

On the you just yap a whole 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 gettin' money like
Word to my brother Kenny, jealous one
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 your glock
To any perpetrator tryin' to up your spot
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', your life you gamble
One day you up snake eyes
Talkin' all that junk about you don't take dives, you take

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

Can I tell them that I really had a gun?
No, you can't 'cause now you 'bouts to get
Can I tell that 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?