Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

Yo yo new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of 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 whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip
I'm cold sick of them
Much than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe
be on a Quest Tip and them
On every avenue the full clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a
into soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them idioms
I even consider them
In the new millenium we killin
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, we thrillin em
battles we been in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, 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 hold that, it out when I say let go; let's see
if you can your 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 to flip my {shit} and keep it comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your out
How many of wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse

Let's take a walk through Crown
Steppin the city at night, with the ? and two mic
a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs
Head 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 You see the recipe
Buckshot, I Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie

Murray]
I'm from C-I, L-I,
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} paid fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a
And a rat'll get mad if you her a snitch
Where the rich emerge, with the from the ditch
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} the suburbs, that's herbs
Yo is for my {niggaz} on the block all day
Who give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put money on it, yo we never fronted
Long Island got some of the best {niggaz} that done it
Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin through not stand a chance
Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin deep from the depths of
I'm dead serious, though you see me smilin
Rough enough to New York from Long Island

We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em Jesus Christ
You see the sight, cookin ox-tail, peas and rice
about 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 y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy
But those with a hiney they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, Harlem World, the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is the man

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

[Killah
Yo, hit you with the force of an iron
Tear your 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 like the Lil' Rascals
Puttin inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws
{motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, through floors
and jumpin elevator shafts
Searchin for they {ass}, stayin low in the
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic
On stage like a savage mad
Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo!

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

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

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
try me crimey I'm grimy 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, that's the name of my
(now it up)
Beat to the of the rhyme
I'm givin up a dime, there go another line you
Never drivin by nine, givin up a dime if you was
Never been that
If you really wanna test me, don't stress me
Or you just be
It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother just me
and that's just my

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