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 Word come on

A north and skully hat don't make 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 real is a thug that's hush

A face and skully 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 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 start again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word, yeah, uh-huh, yo
Yo, yo, yo hit 'em
What mean the 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 Scott Larock is
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 take one around
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 tech is

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 that red in a mintue

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

A north and skully 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 thug is a 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 talk don't you a thug
A real thug is a thug hush

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

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

where yo? Where 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
KRS-One spittin' facts to

A army suit, a pair of timbs don't you a thug
That tough guy talk don't 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 chain don't make 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