Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Next Neva Hadda Gun

It's meant to be evidently when I rock so
Put the beat on and let me kill wack emcee
Can't them, never test me, I practice and study
But I'm not in it for the money, but to me they look so
You can't test the teacher, the teacher won't intact
Through the you're weaker, now sit your ass in the back
My lyrical you it, you fear it, you can't get near it
'Cause the spirit eat Eric and Eric rhymes is wack
Like that, that, right

Check, check it out, check it like
Just skills, you know you gots to just skills
You know you gots to just skills, uh come on get down
Just skills, you know we got to build just skills, on get down

Yeah, uh come on, I got that rip track, flip that, rap
When I kick back, of what I'm hearin' be weak
So I speak beats and the streets as I teach
I impeach, through speech, each lyric leech I
Have a seat in the lecture can protect you
is the texture of the mic wreckin' rock in your sector
Better than ever I am no beginner
I like to out Eric Skinner

Just skills, you know we gots to just skills
A on a get down
Just skills, you know we gots to build just
A on a get down

Yo, we in a world of private jets and limousine
The we eatin' as we prepare tangerine to nectarine
See everybody livin' in the routine
We need the telephone, and yes, we the fax machine
You to the sound, well I think you know it's me
Now, let me educate you my conscious poetry

Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no rap
Me want, me want, me want, me want, me no wack rap
Me love, me love, me love, me love, me love it it's bad
See if you wack rap you be steppin' out the back
See emcees on the microphone forgettin' that they
See hear them kick the lyrics that are holdin' back

But when you hear the teacher, KRS will the track
You bound to see the light, and you don't want return
So very closely to the secret scientist
I'm this one out to all my inner city kids
Now you supposed to be apostle what you have your head
Can make you more reliable, it can make you dead

Now listen very closely to the way I say rhyme
the thing called the brain, and the thing called the mind
But I'm time

Can I tell them that I never had a gun?
No, you can't 'cause now you to get done
Can I tell them I really never had a gun
Never had a gun, never had a
Can I tell that I really never had a gun?
No, you can't 'cause now you 'bouts to get
Can I tell them I really never had a gun
Never had a gun, had a gun?

On the block you yap a whole lot
About the clothes you got, yo, or the gold that you got
Everybody sees all the friends in your Benz, yo, fat
But they ain't gettin' like that
to my brother Kenny, jealous one envy
The rich are few, while the poor,
But you got gold and cars and stuff
You eatin' well, but still in the ghetto you

You know it's hot, so you make it known about glock
To any perpetrator tryin' to blow up your
You grab the microphone and a good ramble
You the hardcore outlaw, criminal,
Burnin' like a candle, but you frontin'
You ain't got nothin', your life you gamble
One day you gamble up eyes
Talkin' all that junk about you don't take dives, you take

Nobody on the tries, 'cause you claim you got powerful ties
So at the red light you
And to your surprise you get huffed up with two steak knives
You're terrified, they your Benz, and what makes things worse
You got gun the first

Can I tell them that I never had a gun?
No, you can't 'cause now you to get done
Can I tell them I really never had a gun
Never had a gun, never had a
Can I tell that I really never had a gun?
No, you can't 'cause now you 'bouts to get
Can I tell them that I never had a gun
had a gun, never had a gun?