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 shout out to some people bust it

A Scott LaRock and ya don't
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 stop
A Spinderella, and ya don't
Jam Master Jay, and ya 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
a different style, a whole different sect
I inject, and intellect
When I hit the mic, suckers hit the

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

'Cause, I run pimp
When I leave he leaves with a
Shrimp, I got the tartar
underestimate the power of the force

Of the intellectual
I don't think yet my job is done,
I stand while others have to verify
why they are thought to be fly

Makin' the public believe they are way up in the sky
Sort of a rap super guy
But I, horrify and the super duper rap guy
Because soft as a lullaby

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

'Cause BDP is schoolin'
So anywhere, KRS is
I'm not foolin', no, I'm not a fool
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 makes up
Huh, and ya don't stop

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

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

I'm not a Christian, but I diss 'em
I'm not a Jew, I don't Judaism
I'm not a Buddhist, but Buddha's a
I don't eat beef pork nor Diet

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

Metaphysics, the science of
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
When I speak you seek to stay
Shut up! what? You better stay cool
And the warning boy, you know the rules

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

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