Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Throttle

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

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

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

That's it, of the gimmicks tricks, oh it's
You either have the hits or the crazy lyrics
But MC's half assed and lookin' pitiful
of 'em lyrical but their ego is critical

Like I said, I'm not a Muslim but to Allah, I'm
Some MC's on the mic Muslims when it's convenient
And I've seen it, real Muslims praise Allah and they it
Others are it with sex me and do me
And I'd listen to the brand Nubians

You know funny, everybody wants money
And material from cars and chicken wings
When they sing, they sing for the
They fail to realize, will outlast cash

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You come the place you can't look in my face
'Cause the is bright and I'm towerin' in height
See there are millions of in the sky
When the sun none are visible to the eye

The reason is the sun is the sun
You can't possibly rock until I'm
And finished and 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 that I rock and sing not my ding-a-ling-a-ling
But instead bring intellect pon
'Cause you can ignorance in rap
But Kenny Parker tryin' to hear that