Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know The Rules

Aiyyo aiyyo they know the rules
ya don't stop, say what?
A ya don't stop, BDP in the
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 people bust 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 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 Master Jay, and ya don't
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 to you, in effect
From a different style, a different sect
I inject, force and
I hit the mic, suckers hit the deck

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

'Cause, I run their
When I leave he with a limp
Shrimp, I got the tartar
Never underestimate the 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 they are 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 duper rap guy
you're soft as a lullaby

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

everywhere 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 they don't know the rules
But yo, I tell you
Yo get on the mic and tell em makes up KRS-One
YaknowhatI'msayin'? Huh, and ya don't

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

Lived on the streets about eight years
There I got my education and learned to
So when I pick up the microphone I know what I'm
doesn't come from simply obeyin'
The curriculum, of the criteria
In fact what I learned I 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 don't Judaism
I'm not a Buddhist, but a master
I eat beef pork nor Diet Shasta

Reason for this is very indeed
When it comes to everybody's in need
You got artists spendin' money loosely
You ask the culture, they talk 'bout Gucci

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

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 You better stay cool
And heed the boy, you know the rules

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

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