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 another emcee
Can't trust them, never test me, I and study
But I'm not in it for the money, but to me they look so
You can't test the teacher, the teacher won't reach
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, check it out, check it this
Just skills, you know you gots to build 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 on, I got that rip track, flip that, underground rap
When I kick back, of what I'm hearin' be weak
So I through beats and the streets as I teach
I impeach, through speech, lyric leech I reach
Have a in the lecture nothin' can protect you
Hard is the texture of the mic wreckin' in your sector
Better than ever I am no beginner
I like to shout out Skinner

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

Yo, we livin' in a world of private and limousine
The we eatin' as we prepare tangerine to nectarine
See livin' in the same routine
We need the telephone, and yes, we the fax machine
You listen to the sound, well I think you it's me
Now, let me you with my conscious poetry

Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no rap
Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no rap
Me love, me love, me love, me love, me love it it's bad
See if you wack rap you ought be out the back
See on the microphone 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 return back
So listen very closely to the secret
I'm sending this one out to all my inner kids
Now you supposed to be apostle what you have inside your
Can make you reliable, it can make you feel dead

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

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

On the block you just yap a lot
the clothes that you got, yo, or the gold that you got
Everybody sees all the friends in your Benz, yo, fat
But they ain't gettin' money that
Word to my brother Kenny, one envy
The rich are few, the poor, many
But you got gold and cars and stuff
You well, but still in the ghetto you dwell

You know it's hot, so you make it about your glock
To any tryin' to blow up your spot
You grab the and talk a good ramble
You the outlaw, criminal, vandal
Burnin' emcees a candle, but you frontin'
You got nothin', with your life you gamble
One day you gamble up snake
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 light you
And to surprise 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 them that I really never had a gun?
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
Can I tell that I really never 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?