Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

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

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

Let's a walk through Crown Heights
Steppin through the at night, with the ? and two mic
a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs
Head back to Brooklyn in the
on the block, I see the cops everybody clockin
Buckshot, you see the rocks, me I got you shocked
Why not? You see the
Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my Biggie

[Keith
I'm from C-I, L-I,
Where the {niggaz} and the 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} from the
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the all day
Who give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put your money on it, yo we never
Long got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done it
Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin through not stand a chance
From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to
Comin deep from the of hell
I'm dead serious, though 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, ox-tail, peas and rice
Makin a G a night, they can't read or write
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 hiney they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is the man

[?]
Uptown massive, Uptown the
let the ? kali, no sorrow
Uptown trestle, of course
I you ? they got me turn 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 singalong in all de ?
And if da gal a ? ? the rainbow
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Priest]
Yo, hit you with the force of an horse
Tear your face off the planet, leavin damaged
back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted
Rock the earth of the axle, who
Polar beneath the sea gravel
Thoughts be runnin like the Lil' Rascals
Puttin dinosaurs of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws
Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, through floors
and down elevator shafts
Searchin for {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic
On stage a savage goin mad
WHAT? yeah, sooooooooooooo!

Yeah, by all means you know you put Queens on it
Put on it, Q.B. we rep often
over your party, slamdance witcha hood
Took your ladies back to the projects us
sent her {ass} back on the Q-train home
Satisfied, she the words to my thug song
See we one big of Dons with firearms
And we use those, til the man act
other than 'sposed 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, Olde E
Get PCP fiends, jumpin off
And if you had the balls, you'd be walkin off
My paragraph is worth five mics (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, thirty-six mics (uh-huh)
And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your
and you {fuck you} and that {bitch} on your bike
City!!

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
Never try me I'm grimy so don't deny me
I be Little your Rascals and stymie to fly that hiney
Buy me keys, to my Benz and my
Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, the name of my group
(now it up)
Beat to the of the rhyme
I'm up a dime, there go another line you figured
Never by nine, never 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 Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's me
and that's my colon

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