Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Throttle

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

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

Every time steps in the jam
The party is packed, he got the mic in his
Brooklyn's ready, Uptown's in the
Kenny the beat 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 their ego is

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, Muslims praise Allah and they mean it
Others are dreamin' it sex me and do me
And I'd rather listen to the Nubians

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

You get by bein' 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 ain't a hoe, why sell
If you believe in Allah, how is it you can only when there's a check?

All of this is incorrect, first should come respect
The charts are not 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
get a bottle, you're holdin' 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 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 play you Monopoly
Don't the thought of droppin' me, to think of me
As anything than your teacher, crazy you got to be
These type of lyrical styles cannot be said
I rip it up constantly, you're holdin' my dick like a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why? The 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 the dancestyle 'cause I am not softening up
It's that I rock and sing not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling
But bring intellect pon ting
'Cause you can ignorance in rap
But Kenny ain't tryin' to hear that