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
I'm cold sick of them
Much quicker 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 a round
into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin
Get rid of bit of them with them negative idioms
I don't even consider
In the new we killin them
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, we thrillin em
Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin
We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and
We originate styles, be stealin them

You got a good in your rolodex, who flow is next?
Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your
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 to the next flow
sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to 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 yours I 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 boroughs
Head back to Brooklyn in the
Back on the block, I see the cops everybody
Buckshot, you see the rocks, me I got you shocked
Why not? You see the
Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my Biggie

Murray]
I'm from C-I, L-I,
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay 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} from the suburbs, herbs
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the all day
Who give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put your on it, yo we never fronted
Long Island got some of the best that ever done it
From to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin through will not stand a
From to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin deep the depths of hell
I'm dead serious, though you see me smilin
Rough enough to break New York Long Island

We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I em sayin Jesus Christ
You should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, and rice
Makin about a G a night, they read or write
But I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, I see the light
But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy
But those with a hiney they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, Harlem World, the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, players, Killa Cam is still the man

[?]
massive, Uptown 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 North ? hurt no tell de
And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of
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 me Cedro
I put a rap to singalong in all de ?
And if da gal a ? ? the rainbow
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

[Killah
Yo, hit you with the force of an horse
Tear your face off the planet, one-third damaged
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains
Rock the earth of the axle, who
Polar beneath the sea gravel
be runnin wild like the Lil' Rascals
Puttin dinosaurs of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws
{motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls
Beatin through walls, stompin through floors
and down elevator shafts
Searchin for {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their up in plastic bags
On stage like a goin mad
Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo!

Yeah, by all means you you gotta put Queens on it
Put on it, Q.B. we rep often
Take over your party, slamdance witcha
Took your ladies back to the with us
sent her {ass} back on the Q-train home
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 'sposed to, what I'm 'sposed to do?
Shots whistle, damn near 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, you'd be walkin off
My alone is worth five mics (uh-huh)
A song 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 {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
Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group
(now it up)
Beat to the rhythm of the
I'm givin up a dime, there go another you figured
Never drivin by nine, givin up a dime if you was
Never been that
If you really wanna test me, brother stress me
Or you just be
Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's just me
and just my colon

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