Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

Yo yo new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to
Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx..

We hit em and get em, we em and jig em
we em and kick em
Flippin them whip and I'm them lip
I'm cold sick of them
Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my
be on a Quest Tip and them
On every puttin the full clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a
into soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them them negative idioms
I don't even them
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, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and
We styles, other be stealin them

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

Let's take a walk through Crown
Steppin the city at night, with the ? and two mic
Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five
Head to Brooklyn in the Expo
Back on the block, I see the cops everybody
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you
Why not? You see the
Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my Biggie

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

We {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus Christ
You should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, peas and
Makin about a G a night, they read 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 with a hiney they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Cam is still the man

[?]
Uptown massive, Uptown the
let the ? kali, no sorrow
Uptown trestle, Uptown of
I you ? they got me turn up to North
And if dem turn up North ? no tell de boss
And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of
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 me Cedro
I put a rap to singalong in all de ?
And if da gal a bitch ? ? the
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Priest]
Yo, hit you with the force of an horse
Tear your off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin slanted
the earth of the axle, crabs who
Polar bears beneath the sea
Thoughts be runnin like the Lil' Rascals
Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you nine inch claws
{motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls
Beatin through walls, stompin through floors
and down elevator shafts
Searchin for {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic
On stage a savage goin 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 your party, slamdance hood
Took your ladies 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 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 off stiff
My paragraph alone is worth five (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six (uh-huh)
And while you win Un (uh-huh) I spit on your snipe
and tell you {fuck you} and that on your bike
City!!

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
try me crimey I'm grimy so don't deny me
I be Little like your 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 of my group
(now it up)
to the rhythm of the rhyme
I'm givin up a dime, there go line you figured
drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was
Never been that
If you really wanna test me, brother stress me
Or you just be
It's like a Jesse, brother that's 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 moment we inside the
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it real
when the five boroughs of death, we rep to
Step aside little {niggaz}, time yep
goin down the moment we inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it hot