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 pick em and em
Flippin them whip and I'm wing-clippin lip
cause I'm cold of them
Much quicker them lyrically trickin and my Tribe
be on a like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin the clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while a round
into them soundclash see winnin them, just them
Get rid of bit of them with them negative idioms
I don't consider them
In the new millenium we killin
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we em
Many we been in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, fulfillin them, ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, other be 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 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
This sho' is real, is the deal, guns I'm runnin
make it out of town 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 a walk through 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 clockin
Buckshot, you see the rocks, me I got you shocked
Why You see the recipe
Buckshot, I represent and my {nigga} Biggie

[Keith
I'm from C-I, L-I,
Where the {niggaz} and the stay 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 {niggaz} the ditch
And a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's herbs
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the all day
Who don't give a waitin for crime to pay
Put money on it, yo we never fronted
Long Island got some of the best {niggaz} ever done it
From to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
comin through will not stand a chance
From to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin deep from the of hell
I'm dead serious, even though you see me
Rough enough to break New from Long Island

We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, I heard em sayin Jesus Christ
You see the sight, cookin 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, I see the light
But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy
But those a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny
So your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, players, Killa Cam is still the man

[?]
massive, Uptown the borough
Uptown let the ? kali, no
Uptown trestle, of course
I grab you ? they got me turn up to
And if dem turn up North ? no tell de boss
And if dem me off dey are a bunch of ghosts
And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are
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 bitch ? ? the
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Priest]
Yo, hit you the force of an iron horse
Tear face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha back cracked the canvas, leavin mountains slanted
Rock the of the axle, crabs who
bears beneath the sea gravel
Thoughts be runnin wild like the Lil'
Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with inch claws
Chasin {motherfuckers} malls, and clash in halls
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through
and jumpin down elevator
Searchin for they {ass}, low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in bags
On stage like a savage mad
WHAT? yeah, sooooooooooooo!

Yeah, by all means you know you put Queens on it
Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep
Take over party, slamdance witcha hood
Took ladies back to the projects with us
Then her {ass} back on the Q-train home
Satisfied, she the words to my thug song
See we one big borough of Dons firearms
And we use those, til the man act
other than he's to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed to do?
Shots whistle, damn near 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 five (uh-huh)
A song LP, that's 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 like your Rascals and stymie 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 rhythm of the
I'm givin up a dime, there go line you figured
Never drivin by nine, givin up a dime if you was
Never that {nigga}
If you really wanna test me, brother stress me
Or you just be
It's Reverand like a Jesse, that's just me
and just my colon

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