Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, 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 em and kick em
Flippin whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip
cause I'm cold sick of
Much quicker than them lyrically and my Tribe
be on a Quest like Tip and
On every avenue puttin the clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a
into them see winnin them, just begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of with them negative idioms
I even consider them
In the new millenium we killin
Deep, Kenny and Will 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 styles, other be stealin them

You got a rise in your rolodex, who flow is next?
Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your
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 next
This sho' is real, is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to my {shit} and keep it comin
Then bring it back, another stack, of raps to blow your back out
How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the

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

Murray]
I'm C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you her a {bitch}
And a get mad if you call her a snitch
the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the ditch
And it's a myth, they get from the suburbs, that's herbs
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the all day
Who don't a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put your on it, yo we never fronted
Long Island got some of the {niggaz} that ever done it
Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin through will not a chance
From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to
Comin deep from the of hell
I'm dead serious, even though you see me
enough to break New York from Long Island

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

[?]
massive, Uptown the borough
Uptown let the ? kali, no
Uptown trestle, Uptown of
I grab you ? they got me up to North
And if dem up North ? hurt 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 call me
I put a rap to singalong in all de ?
And if da gal a ? ? the rainbow
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

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

Yeah, by all you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put on it, Q.B. we rep often
over your party, slamdance witcha hood
Took your ladies to the projects with us
Then sent her {ass} on the Q-train home
Satisfied, she learned the words to my thug
See we one big borough of with firearms
And we use those, til the man act
other than he's to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed 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 song LP, that's thirty-six (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 crimey I'm grimy so don't 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 of the rhyme
I'm givin up a dime, there go line you figured
Never by nine, never givin up a dime if you was
been that {nigga}
If you really wanna me, brother don't stress me
Or you be bowlin
It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's me
and that's just my

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