Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Throttle

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

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

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

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

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

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

You get respect by bein' creative and yes, a native to audience
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 work when there's a check?

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

I'm the freshest thing on the mic, mess with me
I'm fresher your grandmother's fried chicken recipe
You don't me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry
not a mathematician and my name 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 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 and again and again
To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect
So when their lyrics finish, KRS-One just
Rippin' up sucker, teachers put courage to an end

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

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

A simple technique will keep you on
With the from the street, you compete with the elite
That's weak, flashin' gold and speak
I the direction of the brown complexion

So year, I appear 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 happen me
Have me feared, come, we in the dance
We haffa likka of a shot an towah? get back to the hip hop

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

The reason is the sun is the sun
You can't possibly 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 that I rock and sing not about my
But instead intellect pon ting
you can inject ignorance in rap
But Kenny Parker ain't tryin' to hear