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 Back again
What's that? Word on

A face and skully 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 make you a thug
A real is a thug that's hush

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 make you a thug
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 than them, look at them they bit it again
I think my gun just gonna start clickin'

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

No highly respected, front page records
Off the hook, yet connected
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 like Kris
But when it comes to the hands they don't get like Kris

They 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 battled MC's, they never bust gun

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

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

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 thug is a thug 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 is waitin'
Resurrection, like my brown complexion
When I speak, I need protection from the heat

I these streets and I'm quick to hit first
Throw on any beat I'll be 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 want me to go on last
That's the truth, that's the fact, the deal
sex appeal, my tech is real

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

Now go and get my name correct
'Fore I snatch them from 'round your neck
Once again, get my correct
'Fore I snatch platinum 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 make you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's

A doo rag a chain 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 thug hush

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

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

Like where yo? yo? they livin' in fear yo
It's a sometime, but I got my spear yo
The album's called 'Sneak attack', what it is
KRS-One spittin' to kids

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

A doo rag a chain don't make you a thug
A north face and hat don't make you a thug
A fat with chrome don't make you a thug
A real thug is a thug hush