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 Park

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

Every KRS-One steps 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 gimmicks tricks, oh
You either have the hits or the crazy hype
But MC's come 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 on the mic become Muslims when it's convenient
And I've seen it, real Muslims Allah and they mean it
Others are dreamin' it sex me and do me
And I'd rather to the brand Nubians

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

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

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

I'm the freshest 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 and I sure ain't chemistry
You're not a mathematician and my ain't geometry
no astronomer, why see me as astronomy?

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

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

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

To guide ink off the paper through the air, smack in 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 from the same

A simple technique will keep you on
With the style the street, you compete with the elite
weak, flashin' gold and can't speak
I seek the direction of the complexion

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

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

You come into the place you can't look in my
'Cause the light is and I'm towerin' in height
See there are of stars in the sky
the sun appears none are visible to the eye

Why? The 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 'cause I am not up
It's time that I rock and sing not about my
But bring intellect pon ting
you can inject ignorance in rap
But Kenny Parker ain't to hear that