Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

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

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 thug is a thug that's hush

A face and skully hat don't make you a thug
A army suit, a pair of timbs don't 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, it, check it
Let us begin', KRS, winnin' again, KRS one did it
KRS bigger than them, at them they bit it again
I think my gun just start clickin' again

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

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

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

They never ran up in the clubs with a hundred
Never had the of crips and bloods
knew B.O., they never knew big pun
They never battled MC's, they 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 back and get my correct
'Fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your

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

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

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

Knowledge reigns supreme, I stay on
That's why these rappers 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 your head, it stay white
I can turn that red in a mintue aight

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

A face 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 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 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, this movement
We need more glocks my man Freddie Fox
The knowledge I spit to the it don't stop

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

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

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

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