Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

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

A north face and skully hat don't you a thug
A suit, a pair of timbs 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 north face and skully hat don't 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 real thug is a thug hush

Yo, yo, yo, check it, 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 gonna start clickin' again

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

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

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

They never ran up in the clubs with a hundred
Never had the respect of and bloods
Never B.O., they never knew big pun
They never MC's, they never bust they gun

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

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

A doo rag a chain don't make you a thug
A fat ride chrome don't make you a thug
tough 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 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, Scott Larock is waitin'
Resurrection, just my brown complexion
When I speak, I don't need 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 on blast
That's why these want me to go on last
That's the truth, that's the fact, the deal
Forget sex appeal, my tech is

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
again, get my name correct
'Fore I that platinum from 'round your neck

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

A doo rag a platinum 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 thug is a thug that's

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

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

Like yo? Where 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' facts to

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