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, back again, that? Back again
What's Word come on

A north face and skully hat don't make you a
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 thug hush

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

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

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

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

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

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

They don't know that, all they is that show dat
That's audio 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 don't 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 thug that's

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

I walk these 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"

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
Forget sex appeal, my tech is

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

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

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

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 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, join movement
We more glocks than my man Freddie Fox
The knowledge I to the click it don't stop

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

Like where yo? Where yo? livin' in fear yo
a jungle sometime, but I got my spear yo
The album's 'Sneak attack', that's what it is
KRS-One facts to kids

A army suit, a pair of don't 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 real is a thug that's hush

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