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, what's that? Back
What's that? Word on

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

A north and skully hat don't make 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 thug that's

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

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

No doubt highly respected, page records
Off the hook, yet still
Are you teachin' yourself, yourself?
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 Kris
But when it comes to the hands they get down like Kris

They never ran up in the clubs with a 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 don't know that, all they know is show dat
That's digital audio if you don't know that
Now go back and get my correct
'Fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your

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

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

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

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

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

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

A doo rag a platinum chain don't you a thug
A fat ride chrome don't make you a thug
That tough guy talk don't 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 knowledge I spit to the it don't stop

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

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

A army suit, a of timbs don't 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 thug is a thug hush

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