Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Throttle

You wanna me? Are you stupid?
be out of your fuckin' mind, KRS-One is the DON, seen?
Come down Park

You know, I don't know what your management be you
I don't know what your be tellin' you
But yo, you this way, you're gettin' played out of position
So let me give you a start, check it out

Every time KRS-One in the jam
The is packed, he got the mic in his hand
Brooklyn's ready, Uptown's in the
drops the beat and we turn the party out

That's it, of the gimmicks tricks, oh it's
You either have the or the crazy hype lyrics
But MC's come assed and lookin' pitiful
None of 'em lyrical but their ego is

I said, I'm not a Muslim but to Allah, I'm obedient
Some MC's on the mic become Muslims it's convenient
And I've seen it, real Muslims praise and they mean it
are dreamin' it with sex me and do me
And I'd rather to the brand Nubians

You know it's funny, everybody money
And material things from cars and chicken
they sing, they sing for the cash
They fail to realize, respect will cash

You get respect by bein' creative and yes, a native to your
So you know reality, in other if you ain't a gangsta
Why you a gangsta? If you ain't a hoe, why sell sex?
If you in Allah, how is it you can only work when there's a check?

All of this is incorrect, first always come respect
The charts are not equal to the respect of the
Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble, they the difference
From a artist and a model, right on stage
You'll get a bottle, holdin' my dick like a throttle

I'm the thing on the mic, don't mess with me
I'm fresher than your grandmother's chicken recipe
You don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I ain't chemistry
You're not a and my name ain't geometry
no astronomer, why see me as astronomy?

But I'm a Parker, so I'll play you like
Don't entertain the of droppin' me, to think of me
As anything than your teacher, crazy you got to be
These type of styles cannot be said sloppily
I rip it up constantly, you're my dick like a throttle

The teacher will come again and again and and again
To set the trend and lend to other men a blend
So when their lyrics finish, KRS-One just
up sucker, teachers put their courage to an end

So once again, the setter comes a lot better
too clever for a petty MC in leather
Whenever they decide, I'm in sync
The lyrics I write, me think

To guide ink off the paper through the air, smack in your
And erase in haste the rhymes you
in case, get the fuck out my face, I run this place
You're lucky you're the same race

A technique will keep you on beat
With the style from the street, you compete with the
That's weak, gold and can't speak
I seek the direction of the brown

So every year, I somewhere
you hear, my dear to get one thing clear
Whether on or millionaire
Don't step to this here or you outta

Allow me now to please the gear
And pick up the mic you missed those happen me
Have me feared, come, we come in the
We likka of a shot an towah? Let's get back to the hip hop

You come into the place you can't in my face
the light is bright and I'm towerin' in height
See there are of stars in the sky
When the sun appears are visible to the eye

The reason is the sun is the sun
You can't possibly until I'm done
And finished and the evening, I'll fade
But when I return you'll cry for shade

So check the 'cause I am not softening up
It's time I rock and sing not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling
But instead bring pon ting
'Cause you can ignorance in rap
But Kenny Parker tryin' to hear that