Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

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

We hit em and get em, we em and jig em
we em and kick em
Flippin whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip
cause I'm sick of them
Much quicker than them lyrically and my Tribe
be on a like Tip and them
On avenue puttin the full clip in em
and strippin em down while spittin a round
into them soundclash see them, just begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with negative idioms
I don't even them
In the new millenium we them
Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em
Many battles we been in them now we them
We blaze, fulfillin them, ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, other be stealin

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

Let's a walk through Crown Heights
through 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 cops clockin
Buckshot, you see the rocks, me I got you shocked
Why not? You see the
Buckshot, I represent and my {nigga} Biggie

Murray]
I'm C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} paid fly and high
Where a get mad if you call 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} from the suburbs, that's
Yo this is for my on the block all day
Who don't a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put your money on it, yo we fronted
Long Island got some of the {niggaz} that ever done it
Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
{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 though you see me
Rough enough to New York from Long Island

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

[?]
Uptown massive, the borough
Uptown let the ? kali, no
Uptown trestle, of course
I grab you ? got me turn up to North
And if dem turn up North ? hurt no tell de
And if dem me off dey are a bunch of ghosts
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 with the of an iron horse
Tear face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, mountains slanted
Rock the earth of the axle, who
bears beneath the sea gravel
Thoughts be runnin like the Lil' Rascals
Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine claws
Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and in halls
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin floors
and jumpin elevator shafts
Searchin for they {ass}, stayin low in the
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin hands up in plastic bags
On like a savage goin mad
Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo!

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

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

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
Never try me crimey I'm so don't deny me
I be like your Rascals and stymie to fly that hiney
Buy me keys, to my and my Coupe
Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, the name of my group
(now it up)
to the rhythm of the rhyme
I'm givin up a dime, there go another you figured
Never by nine, never givin up a dime if you was
been that {nigga}
If you really wanna 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 boroughs of death, we rep to
aside little {niggaz}, show time yep
It's down the moment we inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it real
the five boroughs of death, we rep to death
Step aside {niggaz}, show time yep
It's goin the moment we inside the spot
rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets hot