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 than them lyrically trickin and my
be on a like Tip and them
On avenue puttin the full clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a
into them see winnin them, just begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of with them negative idioms
I don't even them
In the new we killin them
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we em
Many battles we been in now we rebuildin them
We blaze, them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, other be them

You got a good 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 hold breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, I'm runnin
make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your out
How many of y'all wanna go for 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 lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs
Head back to Brooklyn in the
Back on the block, I see the cops 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} stay paid fly and
Where a slut'll get mad if you her a {bitch}
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, get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's herbs
Yo this is for my on the block all day
Who don't give a {fuck} waitin for 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 to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} through will not stand a chance
From to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale
deep from the depths of hell
I'm dead serious, even you see me smilin
Rough to break New York from Long Island

We destroy {niggaz}, advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus Christ
You should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, and rice
Makin a G a night, they can't read or write
But I got every 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 get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Cam is still the man

[?]
massive, Uptown the borough
Uptown let the ? kali, no
Uptown trestle, Uptown of
I grab you ? they got me up to North
And if dem turn up North ? hurt no 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 me Cedro
I put a rap to in all de ? crew
And if da gal a bitch ? ? the
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Priest]
Yo, hit you with the force of an horse
Tear your face off the planet, one-third damaged
back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted
Rock the earth of the axle, who
Polar bears beneath the sea
Thoughts be runnin wild like the Lil'
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 elevator
for they {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, their hands up in plastic bags
On stage a savage goin mad
WHAT? yeah, sooooooooooooo!

Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put on it
Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep
Take over party, slamdance witcha hood
Took your ladies back to the with us
Then 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 he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed to do?
whistle, damn near missed dat
Shoes get at

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

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
Never try me crimey I'm so don't deny me
I be Little like your Rascals and 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 you figured
Never drivin by nine, never up a dime if you was
Never that {nigga}
If you really wanna test me, brother stress me
Or you be bowlin
Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's just me
and that's just my

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