Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know The Rules

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

A Scott LaRock and ya don't
A B and ya don't stop
A Cee and ya don't 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 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, and intellect
I hit the mic, suckers hit the deck

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

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

Of the intellectual
I think yet my job is done, because
I stand alone while others have to
Just why are thought to be fly

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

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

everywhere 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
YaknowhatI'msayin'? Huh, and ya stop

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

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

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

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

Metaphysics, the science of
And how to live, free strife
Walk 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 you seek to stay quiet
Shut up! What You better stay cool
And heed the boy, you know the rules

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

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