Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun

It's to be evidently when I rock so eloquently
Put the beat on and let me kill another emcee
Can't trust them, never test me, I practice and
But I'm not in it for the money, but to me look so funny
You can't test the teacher, the teacher won't intact
Through the speaker you're weaker, now sit your ass in the
My you hear it, you fear it, you can't get near it
the spirit eat Eric and Eric your rhymes is wack
Like that, that, back

Check, check it out, it like 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 build just skills, 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 as I teach
I impeach, speech, each lyric leech I reach
Have a in the lecture nothin' can protect you
Hard is the of the mic wreckin' rock in your sector
than ever remember I am no beginner
I to shout out Eric Skinner

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

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

But when you hear the teacher, KRS will the track
You bound to see the light, and you don't want back
So listen very closely to the secret
I'm this 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 you feel dead

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 outta

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

On the block you yap a whole lot
About the that you got, yo, or the gold that you got
Everybody all the friends in your Benz, yo, it's fat
But they ain't gettin' money that
Word to my brother Kenny, jealous one
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 it's hot, so you it known about your glock
To any perpetrator tryin' to blow up your
You grab the microphone and talk a good
You the outlaw, criminal, vandal
Burnin' emcees like a candle, but you
You ain't got nothin', with your life you
One day you up snake eyes
Talkin' all that junk 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
You're terrified, 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 them that I really never 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 them that I really never had a gun
Never had a gun, never had a