Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Throttle

You wanna me? Are you stupid?
be out of your fuckin' mind, KRS-One is the DON, seen?
Come down Kenny

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

Every time steps in the jam
The is packed, he got the mic in his hand
ready, Uptown's 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 lyrics
But come half assed and lookin' pitiful
of 'em lyrical but their ego is critical

Like I said, I'm not a but to Allah, I'm obedient
MC's 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 listen to the brand Nubians

You know funny, everybody wants money
And material things from cars and wings
When they sing, sing for the cash
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 words if you ain't a
Why play you a gangsta? If you a hoe, why sell sex?
If you believe in Allah, how is it you can only work when a check?

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

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

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

The teacher will come and again 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 their to an end

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

To guide ink off the 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
You're lucky you're the same race

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

So every year, I appear
That you hear, my dear to get one clear
Whether on or millionaire
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
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 can't look in my
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 rock until I'm
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 time that I rock and sing not about my
But instead bring pon ting
'Cause you can inject in rap
But Kenny Parker ain't tryin' to hear