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 em and kick em
Flippin whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip
I'm cold sick of them
Much quicker than them lyrically and my Tribe
be on a Quest Tip and them
On every avenue puttin the clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while a round
into them soundclash see 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 Will and them, KRS-One we em
battles we been in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, fulfillin them, ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, other be them

You got a rise in your rolodex, who flow is next?
Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in chest
Inhale it and that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see
if you can hold 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 another stack, of raps to your back out
How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my in the crackhouse

Let's a walk through Crown Heights
Steppin the city at night, with 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 everybody clockin
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you
Why not? You see the
Buckshot, I Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie

[Keith
I'm from C-I, L-I,
the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a
And a get mad if you call her a snitch
the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the ditch
And it's a myth, get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's herbs
Yo is for my {niggaz} on the block 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 best {niggaz} ever done it
Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin will not stand a chance
Roosevelt 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 from Long Island

We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus
You should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, and rice
Makin about a G a night, they read or write
But I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, I see the light
But sometime y'all get crimey, grimy grimy
But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny
So guard your girl, 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 up North ? hurt no tell 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 try on de Mossinos
And if dem tie me off, dem can call me
I put a rap to in all de ? crew
And if da gal a ? ? the rainbow
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

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

Yeah, by all means you know you 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 sent her {ass} 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, 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 song LP, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh)
And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your
and tell you {fuck you} and {bitch} on your bike
City!!

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
Never try me crimey I'm so don't deny me
I be Little like your and stymie 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 line you figured
Never drivin by nine, never up a dime if you was
Never that {nigga}
If you wanna test me, brother don't stress me
Or you just be
It's Reverand a Jesse, brother that's just me
and just my colon

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