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 know what your be tellin' you
I don't know what your 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 is packed, he got the mic in his hand
Brooklyn's ready, Uptown's in the
Kenny drops the beat and we the party out

it, none of the gimmicks tricks, oh it's
You either have the hits or the crazy lyrics
But MC's come half assed and pitiful
None of 'em lyrical but 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 praise and they mean it
Others are dreamin' it sex me and do me
And I'd rather listen to the brand

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

You get respect by creative and yes, a native to your audience
So you know reality, in other 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 work when there's a check?

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

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

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

The will come again and again and again and again
To set the trend and lend to men a perfect blend
So when their 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 clever for a MC in leather
Whenever decide, whatever I'm in sync
The lyrics I write, help me

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

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

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

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

You come into the place you look in my face
'Cause the 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

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

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