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 another emcee
Can't them, never test me, I practice 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 reach intact
Through the speaker you're weaker, now sit ass in the back
My lyrical you hear it, you fear it, you get near it
'Cause the spirit eat Eric and Eric your is wack
Like that, that, right

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

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

Just skills, you we gots to build just skills
A on a get down
Just skills, you know we gots to build just
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 need the fax
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 want no rap
Me love, me love, me love, me love, me love it when bad
See if you wack rap you ought be steppin' out the
See emcees on the forgettin' that they black
See hear them kick the lyrics that are holdin' back

But when you hear the teacher, KRS will the track
You bound to see the light, and you don't want return
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 inside your head
Can make you reliable, it can make you feel dead

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

Can I tell them I really never had a gun?
No, you can't now you 'bouts to get done
Can I tell them that I really had a gun
Never had a gun, never had a
Can I tell them I really never had a gun?
No, you can't 'cause now you to get done
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 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 like
Word to my Kenny, jealous one envy
The rich are few, the poor, many
But you got gold cuffs and 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 up your spot
You grab the and talk a good ramble
You the hardcore outlaw, criminal,
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, you claim you got powerful ties
So at the red light you
And to your surprise you get huffed up with just two knives
You're terrified, they take your Benz, and what makes worse
You got gun the first

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?
Can I tell them 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
had a gun, never had a gun?