Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know The Rules

Aiyyo aiyyo Kris know the rules
Yeah ya don't stop, say
A ya don't stop, BDP in the
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 people aight bust it

A Scott LaRock and ya stop
A B and ya don't stop
A Mister Cee and ya don't
A V and ya don't stop
E, and ya don't 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 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, suckers hit the

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

'Cause, I run their
When I leave he with a limp
Shrimp, I got the sauce
Never the power of the force

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

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

they sit on their throne lookin'
Well I'm in the streets of Brooklyn
Or Harlem and Queens and
I'm even out 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
YaknowhatI'msayin'? Huh, and ya don't

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

Lived on the streets about eight years
There I got my education and to debate
So when I pick up the microphone I what I'm sayin'
Education come from simply obeyin'
The curriculum, of the school
In fact what I learned I inferior
I'm not a but I do support them
My father in heaven taught me and them

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

Reason for is very simple indeed
When it comes to 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, from strife
Walk 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
When I speak you seek to stay
Shut up! What what? You stay cool
And heed the warning boy, you the rules

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

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