Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know The Rules

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

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

A Easylee, and ya stop
A DJ Scratch, and ya stop
A Spinderella, and ya don't
Jam Jay, and ya don't 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 comes to you, in effect
a different 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 don't pimp you or you I teach
Come through the doors and slap up
Ordering them to put back on their

'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 while others have to verify
Just why are thought to be fly

the public 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 you're as a lullaby

they sit on their throne 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 don't know the
But yo, I you what
Yo get on the mic and em what makes up KRS-One
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 is Kris Parker, KRS-One for short
I slap up and rock parties for sport

Lived on the streets eight years straight
There I got my education and to debate
So when I pick up the microphone I know what I'm
Education doesn't come simply obeyin'
The curriculum, of the criteria
In fact what I learned I inferior
I'm not a Muslim but I do support
My in heaven taught 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 this is very simple
When it comes to music in need
You got wealthy artists money loosely
You ask about the culture, they 'bout Gucci

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

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 you seek to stay quiet
Shut up! What what? You better 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 down and ya don't

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