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 trickin and my Tribe
be on a like Tip and them
On avenue puttin the full clip in em
and strippin em down while spittin a round
into them 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 killin
Breeze Deep, 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 originate styles, be stealin them

You got a good rise in 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 your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
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 a walk through Crown Heights
Steppin through the city at night, 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 everybody clockin
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,
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} paid fly and high
a slut'll get mad if you call 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 from the suburbs, that's herbs
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
Island 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 to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin from the depths of hell
I'm dead serious, even you see me smilin
Rough enough to break New York Long Island

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

[?]
Uptown massive, the borough
let the ? kali, no sorrow
Uptown trestle, of course
I grab you ? they got me turn up to
And if dem turn up North ? no tell de boss
And if dem me off dey are a bunch of ghosts
And if dem gal are up, well den dem da gal are boss
De rap try on de Mossinos
And if dem tie me off, dem can me Cedro
I put a rap to in all de ? crew
And if da gal a bitch ? ? the
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

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

Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put on it
Put on it, Q.B. we rep often
Take your party, slamdance witcha hood
Took ladies back to the projects with us
sent her {ass} back 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?
Shots whistle, damn missed 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 walkin off
My paragraph alone is five mics (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six (uh-huh)
And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I on your snipe
and tell you {fuck you} and {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
Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my
(now it up)
to the rhythm of the rhyme
I'm givin up a dime, there go another you figured
drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was
Never that {nigga}
If you really wanna test me, brother stress me
Or you be bowlin
It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother just me
and just my colon

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