Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know The Rules

Aiyyo aiyyo Kris they the rules
Yeah ya 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 a shout out to some people aight bust it

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

A Easylee, and ya don't
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 don't
So yo Kris, my my man yo
Get on the mic and do the you can

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

I come correct and practice what I
I don't pimp you or rule you I
Come through the doors and slap up
Ordering to put back on their drawers

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

Of the KRS-One
I don't yet my job is done, because
I stand while others have to verify
Just why 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 the super duper rap guy
Because you're as a lullaby

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

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

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

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

on the streets about eight years straight
There I got my education and to debate
So when I pick up the 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 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 practice
I'm not a Buddhist, but Buddha's a
I don't eat pork nor Diet Shasta

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

Metaphysics, the science of
And how to live, from strife
Walk with ease, and no
that I am the breeze

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

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

Aiyyo yo Kris, this goes out to all them house
Foot moonshine, hamhock eatin', pickled-pig tuggin'
Tap dancin', curl activist, program directors
That wanna play rap music, that's right, ya know what?
Yo, ya know the
Ya the rules