Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Throttle

You wanna me? Are you stupid?
Gotta be out of your fuckin' mind, is the DON, seen?
Come down Kenny

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

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

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

Like I said, I'm not a but to Allah, I'm obedient
MC's on the mic become Muslims when it's convenient
And I've seen it, Muslims praise Allah 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 wants
And material things cars and chicken wings
When they sing, they sing for the
They fail to realize, will outlast cash

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

All of this is incorrect, first always come respect
The charts are not to the respect of the people
Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble, they know the
From a artist and a lip-syncin' model, on stage
You'll get a bottle, you're my dick like a throttle

I'm the freshest thing on the mic, don't mess me
I'm than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe
You don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't
You're not a mathematician and my ain't geometry
You're no astronomer, why see me as

But I'm a Parker, so play you like Monopoly
Don't entertain the thought of me, to think of me
As anything less than your teacher, you got to be
These of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily
I rip it up constantly, you're holdin' my like a throttle

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

So again, the trend setter comes a lot better
Forever too clever for a MC in leather
Whenever decide, whatever I'm in sync
The I write, help me think

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

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

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

Allow me now to please the gear
And pick up the mic you missed those around me
Have me feared, come, we in the dance
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
'Cause the light is bright and I'm towerin' in
See there are millions of in the sky
the sun appears none are visible to the eye

Why? The is the sun is the sun
You possibly rock until I'm done
And and like the evening, I'll fade
But I return you'll cry for more shade

So check the dancestyle I am not softening up
It's time I rock and sing not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling
But instead intellect pon ting
'Cause you can inject in rap
But Kenny ain't tryin' to hear that