Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun

It's meant to be when I rock so eloquently
Put the on and let me kill another wack emcee
trust 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 won't reach intact
the speaker you're weaker, now sit your ass in the back
My lyrical you hear it, you it, you can't get near it
'Cause the spirit eat Eric and your rhymes is wack
Like that, that, back

Check, check it out, it like this
Just skills, you know you to build just skills
You know you gots to build just skills, uh 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, 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 lyric leech I
Have a in the lecture nothin' can protect you
Hard is the texture of the mic wreckin' rock in sector
Better than remember I am no beginner
I like to shout out Eric

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

Yo, we livin' in a world of private and limousine
The fruit we eatin' as we tangerine to nectarine
See livin' in the same routine
We the telephone, and yes, we need 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 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 it's bad
See if you wack rap you ought be out the back
See emcees on the microphone that they black
See hear them kick the that are holdin' people back

But when you hear the teacher, KRS find the track
You bound to see the light, and you don't return back
So very closely to the secret scientist
I'm this one out to all my inner city kids
Now you supposed to be apostle what you have your head
Can make you reliable, it can make you feel dead

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

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

You it's hot, so you make it known about your glock
To any perpetrator tryin' to up your spot
You the microphone and talk a good ramble
You the outlaw, criminal, vandal
emcees like a candle, but you frontin'
You ain't got nothin', with your life you
One day you gamble up snake
Talkin' all that about you don't take dives, you take lives

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

Can I tell them I really never had a gun?
No, you 'cause 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 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, had a gun?