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, again, what's that? Back again
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 is a thug that's hush

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 don't make you a
A thug is a thug that's hush

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I these streets and I'm quick 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"

reigns supreme, I stay on blast
That's why rappers want me to go on last
That's the truth, that's the fact, that's the
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 stay white
I can turn that red in a mintue aight

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

A north face and skully hat don't you a thug
A army suit, a pair of 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 doo rag a chain don't make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't make you a
That tough guy don't make you a thug
A thug is a thug that's hush

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

That Godcore, ready to start war
Rock shock more top your pop tour
I'm sure I'll drop the to zero
the teacher 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 called 'Sneak attack', that's what it is
spittin' facts to kids

A army suit, a pair of timbs make you a thug
That tough guy 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 you a thug
A north face and skully hat make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't you a thug
A real thug is a thug hush