Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know The Rules

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

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

A Easylee, and ya stop
A DJ Scratch, and ya don't
A Spinderella, and ya don't
Jam Master Jay, and ya don't
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 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 pimp you or rule you I teach
Come the doors and slap up whores
them to put back on their drawers

'Cause, I run their
When I leave he leaves 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 have to verify
Just why they are 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 lookin'
Well I'm walkin' in the streets of
Or Harlem and and Bronx
I'm even out there walkin' in

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

Word, aiyyo Kris, they act like they 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 the mic and talk
Born in the state of New York
My name is Kris Parker, for short
I slap up crews and parties for sport

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

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

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

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
Shut up! What what? You better 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 and ya don't stop

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