Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

Uh-huh, thought? Uh-huh, we was done?
Uh-huh, whatchu thought? yeah yeah
Whatchu uh, uh, uh
Yo, yo, again, what's that? Back again
What's Word come on

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

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

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

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

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

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

A doo rag a chain 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 thug is a thug that's hush

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

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 slap up
Then return to Heaven, where Scott is waitin'
Resurrection, just like my complexion
When I speak, I need protection from the heat

I walk streets 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 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 tech is

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

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

A north face and skully hat make 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 real thug is a thug that's

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 make you a
A real is a thug that's hush

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

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

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

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

A doo rag a chain don't make you a thug
A face 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 that's