Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know The Rules

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

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

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

Well, the teacher to you, in effect
From a different style, a whole sect
I inject, and intellect
When I hit the mic, hit the deck

I come correct and practice I preach
I don't pimp you or you I teach
through the doors and slap up whores
Ordering them to put back on their

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lived on the streets about years straight
I got my education and learned to debate
So I pick up the microphone I know what I'm sayin'
Education doesn't from simply obeyin'
The curriculum, of the criteria
In fact I learned I found inferior
I'm not a but I do support them
My in heaven taught me and taught 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 beef pork nor Diet

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

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

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

Ah one two yeah, and ya don't
Ah four, say what 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 curl activist, program
That don't wanna play rap music, that's right, ya what?
Yo, ya the rules
Ya know the