Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Throttle

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

You know, I don't know what management be tellin' you
I don't know what your be tellin' you
But yo, you step this way, you're 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, in the house
Kenny drops the beat and we turn the out

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

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

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

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

All of this is incorrect, first should always come
The charts are not equal to the respect of the
Their respect doesn't weeble or wobble, they the difference
From a artist and a 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 than grandmother's fried chicken recipe
You don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't
You're not a and my name 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
These type of styles cannot be said sloppily
I rip it up constantly, holdin' my dick like a throttle

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

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

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

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 brown

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

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

You into the place you can't 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 none are visible to the eye

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

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