Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know The Rules

Aiyyo aiyyo Kris know the rules
ya don't stop, say what?
A ya don't stop, BDP in the
A ya don't stop, it out check it out Yo D
Yo it yo yo Kris hold on
Let me give a out to some people aight bust it

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

A Easylee, and ya stop
A DJ Scratch, and ya don't
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 comes to you, in effect
From a different style, a different sect
I inject, and intellect
When I hit the mic, suckers hit the

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

'Cause, I run their
When I leave he leaves a limp
Shrimp, I got the tartar
Never underestimate the power of the

Of the KRS-One
I think yet my job is done, because
I stand alone while have to verify
why they are thought to be fly

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

While they sit on their lookin'
I'm walkin' in the streets of Brooklyn
Or Harlem and Queens and
I'm out there walkin' in Compton

'Cause BDP is schoolin'
So anywhere, KRS is
I'm not foolin', 'cause no, I'm not a
Don't act boy, you know the rules

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

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

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

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

Reason for this is very simple
When it comes to music in need
You got wealthy artists spendin' loosely
You ask about the culture, they talk 'bout

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

And the trees, and seas
And the B and the D and the P's
Suckers try it, but I buy it
I speak you seek to stay quiet
Shut up! What what? You better stay
And heed the warning boy, you the rules

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

Aiyyo yo Kris, this goes out to all house nigga
Foot shufflin' moonshine, hamhock eatin', tuggin'
Tap dancin', jheri activist, program directors
That don't play rap music, that's right, ya know what?
Yo, ya the rules
Ya know the