Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A doo rag a platinum chain don't you a thug
A fat with chrome don't make you a thug
tough guy talk don't make you a thug
A real 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 down to Hell, and slap up
return to Heaven, where Scott Larock is waitin'
Resurrection, just my brown complexion
When I speak, I don't need from the heat

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

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

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

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

A north face and skully hat make you a thug
A army suit, a of timbs don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat don't make you a
A real thug is a 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 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, join this
We need more than my man Freddie Fox
The knowledge I spit to the click it don't

hardcore Godcore, ready to start war
Rock more more top your pop tour
I'm sure I'll drop the grade to
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 album's called 'Sneak attack', that's it is
KRS-One facts to kids

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

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