Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

Uh-huh, whatchu Uh-huh, we was done?
Uh-huh, thought? Yeah yeah yeah
thought? uh, uh, uh
Yo, yo, back again, what's Back again
What's that? come on

A north face and skully hat make you a thug
A suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat make you a thug
A real thug is a thug hush

A north face and skully hat don't you a thug
A army suit, a pair of timbs make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat make you a thug
A thug is a thug that's hush

Yo, yo, yo, it, check it
Let us begin', KRS, winnin' again, KRS one did it
KRS bigger than them, at them they bit it again
I think my gun just gonna clickin' again

Click clack, I spit back
call my name I go get that
In fact we draggin' 'em out, to a deserted
The teacher returns, you learn, the word is out

No doubt respected, front page records
Off the hook, yet still
Are you teachin' yourself, yourself?
I'm history repeatin' itself

minded, you've been blinded again
Lookin' for my you can't find it again
You can find these that may sound like Kris
But when it comes to the hands they get down like Kris

They never ran up in the clubs with a thugs
had the respect of crips and bloods
Never knew B.O., they never big pun
They never battled MC's, they never bust gun

They don't that, all they know is that show dat
That's digital audio tape if you don't know
Now go back and get my name
'Fore I snatch that platinum 'round your neck

A doo rag a chain don't make you a thug
A fat ride chrome don't make you a thug
That tough guy talk don't you a thug
A real thug is a thug hush

A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a
A fat ride with chrome don't make you a
That guy talk don't make you a thug
A thug is a thug that's hush

Word, yeah, uh-huh, yo
Yo, yo, yo hit 'em
mean the world to me? H I P H O P
And S I M, O N E and G O D, I low key

I go to Hell, and slap up Satan
Then return to Heaven, where Larock is waitin'
Resurrection, just like my complexion
When I speak, I need protection from the heat

I walk these streets and I'm quick to hit
Throw on any beat I'll be to spit first
And rip town, I one look around
And all you is, "Get down, get down, get down"

Knowledge reigns supreme, I on blast
That's why these rappers want me to go on
That's the truth, the fact, that's the deal
sex appeal, my tech is real

And my rep is real, KRS
Woo-woop-woop, that's the of EMS
The rag on your head, it best stay
'Cause I can turn that red in a aight

Now go back and get my correct
'Fore I snatch them diamonds from your neck
Once again, get my correct
'Fore I snatch that from 'round your neck

A north face and skully hat don't make you a
A army suit, a pair of don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat don't make you a
A thug is a thug that's hush

A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a
A fat ride with chrome don't you a thug
That tough guy don't make you a thug
A real thug is a that's hush

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo
To all my heads who wanna see an
In hip-hop culture, this movement
We need glocks than my man Freddie Fox
The knowledge I spit to the it don't stop

hardcore Godcore, ready to start war
Rock more shock more top pop tour
I'm sure I'll drop the to zero
When the teacher return, I don't Deniro

where yo? Where yo? they livin' in fear yo
It's a jungle sometime, but I got my yo
The album's 'Sneak attack', that's what it is
KRS-One facts to kids

A army suit, a of timbs don't make you a thug
That guy talk don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat don't you a thug
A thug is a thug that's hush

A doo rag a platinum don't make you a thug
A north and skully hat don't make you a thug
A fat ride chrome don't make you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's