Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Throttle

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

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

Every time steps in the jam
The party is packed, he got the mic in his
ready, Uptown's in the house
Kenny drops the and we turn the party out

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the freshest thing on the mic, mess with me
I'm than your grandmother's fried 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 play you like
Don't entertain the thought of droppin' me, to of me
As anything less than teacher, crazy you got to be
These type of lyrical styles cannot be said
I rip it up constantly, holdin' 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 once again, the setter comes a lot better
Forever too clever for a MC in leather
they decide, whatever I'm in sync
The I write, help me think

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

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

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

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

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

Why? The is the sun is the sun
You possibly rock until I'm done
And finished and like the evening, I'll
But I return you'll cry for more shade

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