Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

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

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 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 don't make you a
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, again, KRS one did it again
KRS than them, look at them they bit it again
I think my gun gonna start 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 must learn, the is out

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

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

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

They don't know that, all know is that show dat
That's digital audio tape if you know that
Now go and get my name correct
'Fore I snatch that platinum '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 real thug is a that's hush

A doo rag a platinum chain don't you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't you a thug
That tough guy talk don't make you a
A real thug is a thug 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
return to Heaven, where Scott Larock is waitin'
Resurrection, just like my complexion
When I speak, I need protection from the heat

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

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

And my rep is real, KRS
Woo-woop-woop, the sound 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 name
'Fore I them diamonds from 'round your neck
Once again, get my name
'Fore I snatch that platinum from 'round neck

A north face and skully hat 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 thug that's

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

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

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

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

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

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 thug is a thug that's