Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know The Rules

Aiyyo aiyyo Kris they 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 aight bust it

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

A Easylee, and ya don't
A DJ Scratch, and ya don't
A Spinderella, and ya stop
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, and intellect
When I hit the mic, hit the deck

I come correct and what I preach
I pimp you or rule you I teach
Come the doors and slap up whores
Ordering them to put back on drawers

'Cause, I run pimp
When I leave he leaves a limp
Shrimp, I got the sauce
underestimate the power of the force

Of the KRS-One
I don't think yet my job is done,
I stand alone others have to verify
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 you're soft as a

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

'Cause everywhere BDP is
So anywhere, KRS is
I'm not foolin', 'cause no, I'm not a
Don't act stupid boy, you know the

Word, aiyyo Kris, they act like they don't the rules
But yo, I tell you
Yo get on the mic and em what makes up KRS-One
Huh, and ya don't stop

Yo, from off the sidewalk I 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 when I pick up the microphone I know what I'm
Education doesn't come simply obeyin'
The curriculum, of the school
In fact what I learned I found
I'm not a Muslim but I do them
My father in heaven me and taught them

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

for this is very simple indeed
When it comes to music in need
You got wealthy spendin' money loosely
You ask the culture, they talk 'bout Gucci

Metaphysics, the of life
And how to live, free from
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
try it, but I don't buy it
When I speak you seek to quiet
up! What what? You better stay cool
And heed the boy, you know 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

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