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 Back again
What's that? Word on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 real thug is a thug that's

A doo rag a platinum don't make 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 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 down to Hell, and up Satan
Then return to Heaven, where Scott Larock is
Resurrection, just my brown complexion
When I speak, I need protection from the heat

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

Knowledge supreme, I stay on blast
That's why these want me to go on last
That's the truth, 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 aight

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

A north face and hat don't make you a thug
A army suit, a of timbs 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 chain don't make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't you a thug
tough guy talk don't make you a thug
A real 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 more glocks my man Freddie Fox
The knowledge I spit to the it don't stop

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

Like where yo? Where yo? they livin' in yo
It's a jungle sometime, but I got my yo
The album's '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 talk don't make you a
An ill mug and a gat make you a thug
A real is a thug that's hush

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