Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

Yo yo new KRS y'all, Maximum 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 pick em and em
Flippin them and I'm wing-clippin them lip
cause I'm cold of them
quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe
be on a Quest Tip and them
On avenue puttin the full clip in em
and strippin em down while spittin a round
into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative
I don't consider them
In the new we killin them
Breeze Deep, Kenny and and them, KRS-One we thrillin em
Many battles we in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, and them
We originate styles, other be them

You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is
Comin out to {fuck} 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 hold your breath, by the time I flip to the flow
This is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of to flip my {shit} and keep it comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to your back out
How many of y'all wanna go for yours I my dogs in the crackhouse

Let's take a through Crown Heights
through the city at night, with the ? and two mic
Form a little lynch mob, and through the five boroughs
back 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 and my {nigga} Biggie

[Keith
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 rat'll get mad if you call her a
Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} 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 don't give a {fuck} waitin for to pay
Put your money on it, yo we fronted
Island got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done it
From Riverhead to C.I. to to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin through not stand a chance
From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to
deep from the depths of hell
I'm dead serious, though you see me smilin
Rough enough to break New York from Long

We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, I heard em sayin Jesus Christ
You should see the sight, ox-tail, peas and rice
Makin about a G a night, can't read or write
But I got every creed and type, you a dyke, babygirl I see the light
But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy
But those with a tiny hiney 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, the borough
let the ? kali, no sorrow
Uptown trestle, of course
I you ? they got me turn up to North
And if dem turn up ? hurt no tell 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 call me
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
your face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin slanted
Rock the of the axle, crabs who
Polar bears beneath the sea
Thoughts be runnin wild the Lil' Rascals
Puttin dinosaurs inside of fours, rip you with nine inch claws
Chasin through malls, and clash in halls
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, through floors
and jumpin elevator shafts
Searchin for they {ass}, low in the grass
a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage mad
Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo!

Yeah, by all you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep
Take your party, slamdance witcha hood
Took your ladies to the projects with us
Then sent her {ass} back on the Q-train
Satisfied, she learned the 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 off stiff
My paragraph alone is worth mics (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six (uh-huh)
And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on snipe
and tell you {fuck you} and {bitch} on your bike
City!!

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

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