Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

Yo yo new KRS y'all, Maximum 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 pick em and em
Flippin them whip and I'm wing-clippin lip
I'm cold sick of them
Much quicker than lyrically trickin and my Tribe
be on a Quest Tip and them
On every avenue puttin the clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down spittin a round
into them soundclash see winnin them, begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with negative idioms
I even consider them
In the new millenium we them
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we em
Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin
We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and
We originate styles, other be stealin

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

Let's take a walk Crown Heights
Steppin through the city at night, the ? and two mic
Form a little lynch mob, and stomp the five boroughs
Head back to in the Expo
Back on the block, I see the cops clockin
Buckshot, you see the rocks, me I got you shocked
Why You see the recipe
Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga}

Murray]
I'm C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
Where the and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you her a {bitch}
And a get mad if you call her a snitch
Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} the ditch
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the all day
Who don't give a waitin for crime to pay
Put your 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 will not a chance
From Roosevelt to to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin from the depths of hell
I'm serious, even though you see me smilin
Rough enough to break New from Long Island

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

[?]
massive, Uptown the borough
Uptown let the ? kali, no
trestle, Uptown of course
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 dancehall try on de
And if dem tie me off, dem can me Cedro
I put a rap to in all de ? crew
And if da gal a ? ? the rainbow
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

[Killah
Yo, hit you with the force of an iron
Tear your off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, mountains slanted
the earth of the axle, crabs who
Polar bears beneath the sea
be runnin wild like the Lil' Rascals
Puttin inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws
Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and in halls
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, through floors
and jumpin elevator shafts
for they {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a 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 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 words to my thug
See we one big borough of Dons with
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, Olde E
Get PCP fiends, jumpin off
And if you had the balls, you'd be walkin off
My paragraph alone is worth five (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, that's mics (uh-huh)
And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on snipe
and tell you you} and that {bitch} on your bike
City!!

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
Never try me crimey I'm grimy so don't me
I be Little like your Rascals and stymie to fly that
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 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 {nigga}
If you really wanna me, brother don't stress me
Or you just be
It's like a Jesse, brother that's just me
and that's my colon

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