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 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 they so funny
You can't test the teacher, the teacher won't intact
Through the speaker you're weaker, now sit ass in the back
My lyrical you hear it, you fear it, you can't get it
'Cause the spirit eat Eric and Eric your rhymes is
that, that, right back

Check, check it out, check it like
skills, you know 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 just skills, come on get down

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

Just skills, you know we gots to build just
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 eatin' as we tangerine to nectarine
See everybody livin' in the same
We the telephone, and yes, we need 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 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 wack rap you ought be steppin' out the
See emcees on the microphone that they black
See hear them the lyrics that are holdin' people back

But when you the teacher, KRS will find the track
You bound to see the light, and you want return back
So listen very closely to the secret
I'm sending this one out to all my inner kids
Now you to be apostle what you have inside your head
Can make you more reliable, it can make you feel

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

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

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

You know it's hot, so you make it known about your
To any perpetrator tryin' to up your spot
You the microphone and talk a good ramble
You the hardcore outlaw, criminal,
Burnin' emcees a candle, but you frontin'
You ain't got nothin', with your life you
One day you gamble up eyes
Talkin' all 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 light you
And to your you get huffed up with just two steak knives
You're terrified, they take your Benz, and makes things worse
You ain't got gun the

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