Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Strength
5 of death we rep to death
Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx..

We hit em and get em, we em and jig em
we em and kick em
Flippin them whip and I'm them lip
I'm cold sick of them
Much quicker than them trickin and my Tribe
be on a Quest Tip and them
On avenue puttin the full clip in em
Splittin and strippin em while spittin a round
into them soundclash see winnin them, just them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of with them negative idioms
I don't even consider
In the new millenium we them
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we em
battles we been in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and
We styles, other be stealin them

You got a rise in your rolodex, who flow is next?
Comin out to {fuck} the best, put it in your chest
Inhale it and that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see
if you can hold breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my and keep it comin
Then bring it back, with stack, of raps to blow your back out
How many of wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse

Let's a walk through Crown Heights
Steppin the city at night, with the ? and two mic
Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five
back to Brooklyn in the Expo
Back on the block, I see the everybody clockin
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you
Why not? You see the
Buckshot, I Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie

[Keith
I'm C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you her a {bitch}
And a rat'll get mad if you call her a
Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} the suburbs, that's herbs
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the all day
Who don't give a waitin for crime to pay
Put money on it, yo we never fronted
Long Island got some of the {niggaz} that ever done it
From Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to
{Niggaz} comin through will not stand a
From Roosevelt to to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin deep from the of hell
I'm dead serious, even you see me smilin
Rough enough to break New from Long Island

We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em Jesus Christ
You should see the sight, ox-tail, peas and rice
Makin a G a night, they can't read or write
But I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, I see the light
But sometime get crimey crimey, grimy grimy
But those a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is the man

[?]
Uptown massive, the borough
Uptown let the ? kali, no
trestle, Uptown of course
I grab you ? they got me turn up to
And if dem turn up ? hurt no tell de boss
And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of
And if dem gal are up, den dem know da gal are boss
De rap dancehall try on de
And if dem tie me off, dem can call me
I put a rap to in all de ? crew
And if da gal a bitch ? ? the
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Priest]
Yo, hit you the force of an iron horse
Tear face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted
Rock the of the axle, crabs who
Polar bears the sea gravel
Thoughts be runnin wild like the Rascals
Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with inch claws
{motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls
Beatin through walls, stompin through floors
and jumpin down shafts
Searchin for {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their up in plastic bags
On like a savage goin mad
WHAT? yeah, sooooooooooooo!

Yeah, by all you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep
Take over your party, witcha hood
Took your ladies back to the projects us
sent her {ass} back on the Q-train home
Satisfied, she learned the to my thug song
See we one big borough of with firearms
And we use those, til the man act
other than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} I'm 'sposed to do?
Shots whistle, near missed dat
Shoes get at

From the, tip of my Timbs, to my
The hostile, english, E widemouth
Get PCP fiends, jumpin off
And if you had the balls, be walkin off stiff
My paragraph alone is worth mics (uh-huh)
A song LP, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh)
And you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your snipe
and tell you you} and that {bitch} on your bike
City!!

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
Never try me I'm grimy so don't deny me
I be Little like your and stymie to fly that hiney
Buy me keys, to my and my Coupe
Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my
(now it up)
Beat to the of the rhyme
I'm givin up a dime, go another line you figured
drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was
Never that {nigga}
If you wanna test me, brother don't stress me
Or you be bowlin
It's Reverand like a Jesse, that's just me
and that's just my

The five of death, we rep to death
Step little {niggaz}, show time yep
It's goin the moment we inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it real
when the boroughs of death, we rep to death
aside little {niggaz}, show time yep
It's goin down the moment we the spot
rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets hot