Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, 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
cause I'm cold sick of
Much quicker than them trickin and my Tribe
be on a Quest like Tip and
On every avenue puttin the clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a
into them soundclash see winnin them, begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them idioms
I don't even consider
In the new millenium we killin
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we em
Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin
We blaze, fulfillin them, ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We styles, other be stealin them

You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is
Comin out to with the best, put it in your chest
Inhale it and hold that, blow it out 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 town to flip my and keep 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 take a walk through Heights
Steppin through the 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 everybody clockin
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you
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 stay paid fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a
And a rat'll get mad if you call her a
the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the ditch
And it's a myth, they get from the suburbs, that's herbs
Yo this is for my on the block all day
Who don't a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put money on it, yo we never fronted
Island got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done it
From Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to
comin through will not stand a chance
From Roosevelt to to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin deep the depths of hell
I'm dead serious, though you see me smilin
Rough to break New York from Long Island

We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus
You should see the sight, ox-tail, peas and rice
Makin about a G a night, they can't or write
But I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the
But y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy
But with a tiny 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

[?]
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 tell de
And if dem me off dey are a bunch of ghosts
And if dem gal are up, den dem know da gal are boss
De rap dancehall try on de
And if dem tie me off, dem can call me
I put a rap to in all de ? crew
And if da gal a ? ? the rainbow
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Priest]
Yo, hit you with the force of an horse
Tear your off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha back the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted
the earth of the axle, crabs who
Polar beneath the sea gravel
Thoughts be runnin wild like the Rascals
Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch
{motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through
and jumpin elevator shafts
Searchin for they {ass}, stayin low in the
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic
On like a savage 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 your 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 words to my thug
See we one big borough of Dons firearms
And we use those, til the man act
other than he's 'sposed to, 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, be walkin off stiff
My paragraph is worth five mics (uh-huh)
A song LP, that's 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 bike
City!!

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
Never try me crimey I'm so don't deny me
I be Little like your Rascals and stymie to fly 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 rhythm of the
I'm up a dime, there go another line you figured
Never drivin by nine, never givin up a if you was
been that {nigga}
If you wanna test me, brother don't stress me
Or you just be
It's Reverand a Jesse, brother that's just me
and that's just my

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