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 that? Word on

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 hush

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

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

Click clack, I always spit
Anybody call my I go get that
In fact we '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 yourself, teachin' yourself?
I'm like history itself

Criminal minded, you've been blinded
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 with a hundred thugs
had the respect of crips and bloods
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 show dat
digital audio tape if you don't know that
Now go back and get my name
'Fore I snatch that platinum from 'round neck

A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a
A fat ride with chrome don't make you a
tough guy talk don't 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 make you a
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
mean 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 Scott Larock is
Resurrection, like my brown complexion
When I speak, I don't need protection from the

I walk these streets and I'm quick to hit
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 reigns supreme, I stay on
why these rappers want me to go on last
That's the truth, that's the fact, that's the
Forget sex appeal, my is real

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

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

A north face and hat don't make you a thug
A army suit, a pair of don't 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 make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't 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 culture, join this movement
We need more than my man Freddie Fox
The knowledge I spit to the click it don't

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

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

A army suit, a pair of don't make you a thug
That guy talk 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 platinum chain don't make you a
A north face and skully hat don't make you a
A fat ride chrome don't make you a thug
A real thug is a that's hush