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
them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip
cause I'm cold of them
Much quicker them 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 while spittin a
into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with negative 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 in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, fulfillin them, ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We styles, other be stealin them

You got a good rise in your rolodex, who is next?
Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your
Inhale it and hold that, it out when I say let go; let's see
if you can hold your breath, by the time I to the next 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, another stack, of raps to blow your back out
How many of wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse

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

[Keith
I'm C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
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, the {niggaz} from the ditch
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, herbs
Yo this is for my on the block all day
Who give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put your money on it, yo we fronted
Long Island got some of the best that ever done it
From Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to
{Niggaz} through will not stand a chance
From Roosevelt to Freeport to to Uniondale
Comin deep from the of hell
I'm dead serious, even you see me smilin
Rough enough to New York from Long Island

We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin 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 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 your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son
fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man

[?]
Uptown massive, Uptown the
Uptown let the ? kali, no
trestle, Uptown of course
I grab you ? got me turn 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 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
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

[Killah
Yo, hit you the force of an iron horse
Tear your face off the planet, leavin one-third
Witcha cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted
Rock the of the axle, crabs who
Polar bears the sea gravel
be runnin wild like the Lil' Rascals
Puttin inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws
Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin floors
and down elevator shafts
for they {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage 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 your party, witcha hood
Took your back to the projects with us
Then sent her {ass} 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 he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm to do?
whistle, damn near missed dat
Shoes get at

From the, tip of my Timbs, to my
The hostile, english, E widemouth
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 LP, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh)
And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your
and tell you {fuck you} and that {bitch} on bike
City!!

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
Never try me I'm grimy so don't deny me
I be Little like your Rascals and to fly that hiney
Buy me keys, to my Benz and my
Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that'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 drivin by nine, never up a dime if you was
Never that {nigga}
If you wanna test me, brother don't stress me
Or you be bowlin
It's Reverand like a Jesse, that's just me
and that's just my

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