Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know The Rules

Aiyyo Kris they know the rules
Yeah ya don't stop, say
A ya stop, BDP in the house
A ya don't stop, check it out it out Yo D
Yo it yo yo Kris hold on
Let me give a shout out to people aight bust it

A Scott and ya don't stop
A B and ya don't stop
A Cee and ya don't stop
A Cool V and ya stop
Evil E, and ya don't

A Easylee, and ya don't
A DJ Scratch, and ya stop
A Spinderella, and ya don't
Jam Jay, and ya don't stop
A PA Mase, and ya stop
So yo Kris, my my man yo
Get on the mic and do the you can

Well, the teacher comes to you, in
From a different style, a whole different
I inject, force and
I hit the mic, suckers hit the deck

I come and practice what I preach
I don't you or rule you I teach
Come the doors and slap up whores
Ordering them to put on their drawers

'Cause, I run their
When I he leaves with a limp
Shrimp, I got the sauce
Never underestimate the of the force

Of the KRS-One
I don't think yet my job is done,
I stand alone while have to verify
Just why they are to be fly

Makin' the believe that they are way up in the sky
Sort of like a rap guy
But I, horrify and terrify the super rap guy
Because you're as a lullaby

While sit on their throne lookin'
Well I'm walkin' in the streets of
Or Harlem and and Bronx
I'm even out walkin' in Compton

everywhere BDP is schoolin'
So anywhere, KRS is
I'm not foolin', no, I'm not a fool
Don't act stupid boy, you the rules

Word, Kris, they act like they don't know the rules
But yo, I you what
Yo get on the mic and tell em what up KRS-One
YaknowhatI'msayin'? Huh, and ya stop

Yo, from off the sidewalk I grab the mic and
nineteen-sixty-five in the state of New York
My is Kris Parker, KRS-One for short
I slap up crews and parties for sport

Lived on the streets about eight years
There I got my education and learned to
So when I pick up the microphone I what I'm sayin'
Education doesn't come simply obeyin'
The curriculum, of the criteria
In fact what I learned I found
I'm not a but I do support them
My father in heaven taught me and them

I'm not a Christian, but I won't 'em
I'm not a Jew, I practice Judaism
I'm not a Buddhist, but a master
I don't eat pork nor Diet Shasta

Reason for this is simple indeed
When it to music everybody's in need
You got wealthy artists spendin' money
You ask about the culture, they talk Gucci

Metaphysics, the of life
And how to live, free from
Walk with ease, and no
Understand that I am the

And the trees, oceans and
And the B and the D and the P's
try it, but I don't buy it
When I speak you seek to quiet
up! What what? You better stay cool
And heed the warning boy, you the rules

Ah one two yeah, and ya stop
Ah three four, say and ya don't stop
Ah five six pop pop and ya don't
Ah seven eight get down and ya don't

Aiyyo yo Kris, this goes out to all them house
shufflin' moonshine, hamhock eatin', pickled-pig tuggin'
Tap dancin', curl activist, program directors
That don't wanna rap music, that's right, ya know what?
Yo, ya the rules
Ya know the