Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum
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 pick em and em
them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip
cause I'm cold of them
Much quicker than them lyrically and my Tribe
be on a Quest like Tip and
On every avenue the full clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while a round
them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them idioms
I don't even consider
In the new millenium we them
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 styles, other be stealin 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, it out when I say let go; let's see
if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the flow
sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my 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 my dogs in the crackhouse

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

[Keith
I'm from C-I, L-I,
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and
Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a
And a get mad if you call her a snitch
Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the
And it's a myth, get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's herbs
Yo this is for my on the block all day
Who give a {fuck} 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 Riverhead to C.I. to to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin will not stand a chance
From to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin deep the depths of hell
I'm serious, even though you see me smilin
Rough enough to break New York from Long

We destroy {niggaz}, advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus Christ
You should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, and rice
Makin a G a night, they can't read or write
But I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the
But sometime get crimey crimey, grimy grimy
But with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny
So guard girl, Harlem 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 up to North
And if dem turn up ? hurt no tell de boss
And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of
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 call me
I put a rap to singalong in all de ?
And if da gal a bitch ? ? the
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

[Killah
Yo, hit you with the force of an horse
Tear your face off the planet, leavin one-third
Witcha back cracked the canvas, leavin mountains slanted
the earth of the axle, crabs who
Polar bears beneath the sea
Thoughts be runnin wild like the Rascals
Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine claws
Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in
{motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through floors
and jumpin down elevator
for they {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic
On like a savage goin mad
Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo!

Yeah, by all means you know you put Queens on it
Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep
over your party, slamdance witcha hood
Took your ladies back to the with us
Then sent her back on the Q-train home
Satisfied, she learned the words to my song
See we one big borough of with firearms
And we use those, til the man act
other than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm 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, off cliffs
And if you had the balls, you'd be walkin off
My paragraph is worth five mics (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, thirty-six mics (uh-huh)
And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your
and tell you {fuck and that {bitch} on your bike
City!!

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
Never try me I'm grimy so don't deny me
I be Little like Rascals and stymie to fly that hiney
Buy me keys, to my Benz and my
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
Never drivin by nine, never givin up a if you was
Never been that
If you really test me, brother don't stress me
Or you just be
It's Reverand like a Jesse, that's just me
and that's my colon

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