Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Throttle

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

You know, I know what your management be tellin' you
I know what your producers be tellin' you
But yo, you step this way, you're gettin' out of position
So let me give you a little start, it out

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

That's it, none of the tricks, oh it's
You either have the hits or the hype lyrics
But MC's 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
Some MC's on the mic become Muslims when it's
And I've seen it, real praise Allah and they 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 things from cars and chicken wings
When they sing, they for the cash
They fail to realize, respect will outlast

You get respect by bein' and yes, a native to your audience
So you know reality, in words if you ain't a gangsta
Why play you a gangsta? If you ain't a hoe, why sell
If you believe in Allah, how is it you can only work there's a check?

All of this is incorrect, first should come respect
The are not equal to the respect of the people
Their respect doesn't or wobble, they know 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, don't mess me
I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken
You test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry
You're not a mathematician and my name geometry
You're no astronomer, why see me as

But I'm a Parker, so I'll you like Monopoly
Don't the thought of droppin' me, to think of me
As anything less than teacher, crazy you got to be
These of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily
I rip it up constantly, you're holdin' my 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 finish, KRS-One just begin
Rippin' up sucker, teachers put their to an end

So once again, the trend setter 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 guide ink off the paper the air, smack in your face
And erase in haste the you embrace
Just in case, get the fuck out my face, I run place
You're lucky you're from the race

A simple will keep you on beat
With the style from the street, you compete with the
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 or millionaire
Don't step to here or you outta here

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

You come the place you can't look in my face
'Cause the light is bright and I'm towerin' in
See are millions 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 rock until I'm
And and like the evening, I'll fade
But when I you'll cry for more shade

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