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 sick of
Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my
be on a like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin the full in em
Splittin and strippin em down spittin a round
into them soundclash see winnin them, begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative
I even consider them
In the new millenium we them
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, we thrillin em
Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin
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 {fuck} with the best, put it in your
Inhale it and hold that, blow it out I say let go; let's see
if you can your breath, by the time I flip to the next 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 it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out
How many of y'all wanna go for I keep my dogs in the crackhouse

Let's take a walk Crown Heights
Steppin through the at night, with the ? and two mic
Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the boroughs
Head back to Brooklyn in the
Back on the block, I see the cops everybody
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you
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} paid fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you her a {bitch}
And a get mad if you call her a snitch
Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} the ditch
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's
Yo this is for my on the block all day
Who don't give a {fuck} for crime to pay
Put your money on it, yo we fronted
Long got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done it
From Riverhead to C.I. to to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin through will not stand a
From Roosevelt to to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin from the depths of hell
I'm dead serious, though you see me smilin
Rough enough to break New York Long Island

We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus
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 a dyke, babygirl I see the light
But sometime y'all get crimey, grimy grimy
But those with a tiny they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, World, cock the gun, pop it son
fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man

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

[Killah
Yo, hit you with the of an iron horse
Tear your face off the planet, one-third damaged
Witcha back 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 dinosaurs of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws
{motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through
and down elevator shafts
Searchin for {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic
On stage like a savage mad
WHAT? yeah, sooooooooooooo!

Yeah, by all means you 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 the words to my thug song
See we one big borough of Dons with
And we use those, til the man act
other than he's 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, E widemouth
Get PCP fiends, off cliffs
And if you had the balls, you'd be off stiff
My paragraph alone is five mics (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, that's mics (uh-huh)
And you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your snipe
and tell you you} and that {bitch} on your bike
City!!

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

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