Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know The Rules

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

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

A Easylee, and ya don't
A DJ Scratch, and ya stop
A Spinderella, and ya stop
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 style, a whole different sect
I inject, and intellect
When I hit the mic, hit the deck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lived on the streets about eight years
I got my education 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 school
In fact what I learned I found
I'm not a but I do support them
My in heaven 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 a master
I don't eat pork nor Diet Shasta

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

Metaphysics, the science of
And how to live, free from
with ease, and no disease
Understand 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
I speak you seek to stay quiet
Shut up! What what? You stay cool
And heed the boy, you know the rules

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

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