Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know The Rules

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

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

A Easylee, and ya don't
A DJ Scratch, and ya don't
A Spinderella, and ya stop
Jam Master Jay, and ya 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 teacher comes to you, in
From a style, a whole different sect
I inject, force and
When I hit the mic, suckers hit the

I come correct and practice I preach
I don't pimp you or rule you I
Come the doors and slap up whores
Ordering them to put on their drawers

'Cause, I run their
When I leave he with a limp
Shrimp, I got the tartar
underestimate the power of the force

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

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

While they sit on their throne
Well I'm walkin' in the 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', no, I'm not a fool
Don't act stupid boy, you the rules

Word, Kris, they act like they don't know 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, from off the I grab the mic and talk
Born nineteen-sixty-five in the of New York
My name is Kris Parker, KRS-One for
I slap up crews and rock for sport

Lived on the streets about eight years
There I got my and learned to debate
So I pick up the microphone I know what I'm sayin'
Education doesn't come simply obeyin'
The curriculum, of the criteria
In fact I learned I found 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 diss 'em
I'm not a Jew, I practice Judaism
I'm not a Buddhist, but a master
I eat beef pork nor Diet Shasta

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

Metaphysics, the science of
And how to live, free strife
with 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 speak you to stay quiet
up! What what? You better 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 six pop pop and ya don't stop
Ah eight get down and ya don't stop

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