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 gettin' played out of
So let me give you a little start, it out

Every KRS-One steps in the jam
The is packed, he got the mic in his hand
ready, Uptown's in the house
Kenny drops the 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
None of 'em lyrical but ego is critical

Like I said, I'm not a but to Allah, I'm obedient
Some MC's on the mic become when it's convenient
And I've seen it, real Muslims praise Allah and mean it
are dreamin' it with 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 chicken
When they sing, sing for the cash
They fail to realize, respect outlast cash

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

All of this is incorrect, first should always respect
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 model, right on stage
You'll get a bottle, you're holdin' my dick like a

I'm the freshest thing on the mic, mess with me
I'm fresher than your fried chicken recipe
You don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure chemistry
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 thought of droppin' me, to 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 holdin' my like a throttle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The reason is the sun is the sun
You can't possibly until I'm done
And finished and the evening, I'll fade
But when I 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 pon ting
'Cause you can ignorance in rap
But Kenny Parker ain't to hear that