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 em and kick em
Flippin whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip
cause I'm 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 while spittin a round
into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin
Get rid of bit of them with them negative idioms
I don't consider them
In the new we killin them
Breeze Deep, and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em
Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin
We blaze, them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, other be stealin

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, guns I'm
Gotta make it out of to flip my {shit} and keep it comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow back out
How many of y'all wanna go for I keep my dogs in the crackhouse

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

Murray]
I'm C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} paid fly and high
a slut'll get mad if you call 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, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, herbs
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the all day
Who don't give a {fuck} 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 to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin through will not stand a
Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin deep from the depths of
I'm dead serious, even though you see me
Rough to break New York from 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, babygirl I see the
But sometime get crimey crimey, grimy grimy
But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny
So guard girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, players, Killa Cam is still the man

[?]
Uptown massive, Uptown the
Uptown let the ? kali, no
Uptown trestle, Uptown of
I grab you ? got me turn up to North
And if dem turn up ? hurt no tell de boss
And if dem tell me off dey are a of ghosts
And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are
De rap try on de Mossinos
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 of an iron horse
Tear your face off the planet, leavin one-third
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, mountains slanted
Rock the of the axle, crabs who
Polar bears the sea gravel
Thoughts be runnin wild like the Lil'
Puttin inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws
Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and in halls
Beatin through walls, stompin through floors
and jumpin down elevator
Searchin for they {ass}, stayin low in the
Wearin a gas mask, their hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a goin mad
WHAT? 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
Then sent her {ass} on the Q-train home
Satisfied, she the words 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?
Shots whistle, damn near dat
Shoes get at

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

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
try me crimey I'm grimy 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 up a dime if you was
Never been that
If you really wanna test me, don't stress me
Or you be bowlin
It's like a Jesse, brother that's just me
and just my colon

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