Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum
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
Flippin whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip
cause I'm cold sick of
Much quicker them lyrically trickin and my Tribe
be on a Quest Tip and them
On every puttin the full 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 them with them idioms
I don't consider them
In the new millenium we them
Breeze Deep, Kenny and and them, KRS-One we thrillin em
battles we been in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, 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 when I say let go; see
if you can your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
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 many of y'all wanna go for I keep my dogs in the crackhouse

Let's take a walk Crown Heights
Steppin through the city at night, the ? and two mic
a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs
Head back to Brooklyn in the
Back on the block, I see the cops clockin
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you
Why You see the recipe
Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga}

[Keith
I'm C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
Where the and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high
a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch}
And a rat'll get mad if you call her a
Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the
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 a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put your money on it, yo we fronted
Long Island got some of the {niggaz} that ever done it
From to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
comin through will not stand a chance
From Roosevelt to Freeport to to Uniondale
deep from the depths of hell
I'm dead serious, though you see me smilin
Rough enough to New York from Long Island

We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Christ
You should see the sight, ox-tail, peas and rice
Makin about a G a night, they can't or write
But I got creed and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the light
But sometime get crimey crimey, grimy grimy
But those with a tiny they get whiny whiny
So your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is the man

[?]
Uptown massive, Uptown the
let the ? kali, no sorrow
Uptown trestle, of course
I grab you ? got me turn up to North
And if dem turn up North ? hurt no 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 in all de ? crew
And if da gal a bitch ? ? the
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Priest]
Yo, hit you the force of an iron horse
your face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha cracked 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 inside of figure fours, rip you with inch claws
Chasin through malls, and clash in halls
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin floors
and down elevator shafts
Searchin for they {ass}, low in the grass
a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a goin mad
WHAT? yeah, sooooooooooooo!

Yeah, by all means you you gotta put Queens on it
Put on it, Q.B. we rep often
Take over your party, slamdance witcha
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 with
And we use those, til the man act
than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed to do?
Shots whistle, damn missed dat
get pissed 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 alone is worth mics (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, that's mics (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
Never try me crimey I'm so don't deny me
I be Little like your Rascals and to fly that hiney
Buy me keys, to my and my Coupe
Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'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
been that {nigga}
If you really wanna test me, don't stress me
Or you just be
It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother just me
and that's my colon

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