Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word, yeah, uh-huh, yo
Yo, yo, yo hit 'em
What 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 down to Hell, and slap up
Then return to Heaven, Scott Larock is waitin'
Resurrection, just my brown complexion
I speak, I don't need protection from the heat

I walk these streets and I'm to hit first
Throw on any beat be quick 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 rappers want me to go on last
the truth, that's the fact, that's the deal
Forget sex appeal, my tech is

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

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo
To all my who wanna see an improvement
In culture, join this movement
We need more glocks my man Freddie Fox
The knowledge I to the click it don't stop

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

Like where yo? yo? they livin' in fear yo
It's a sometime, but I got my spear yo
The album's called attack', that's what it is
spittin' facts to kids

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

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