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, that? Back again
What's Word come on

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

A north face and hat don't make you a thug
A suit, a pair 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

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

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

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

minded, you've been blinded again
Lookin' for my 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 like Kris

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

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

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

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

I walk these streets and I'm quick to hit
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"

Knowledge supreme, I stay on blast
why these rappers want me to go on last
That's the truth, the fact, that's the deal
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
'Cause I can turn that red in a mintue

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

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

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

That hardcore Godcore, ready to war
Rock more shock top your pop tour
I'm I'll drop the grade to zero
When the teacher return, I chase Deniro

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

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

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