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 Back again
What's Word come on

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

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

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'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 to Hell, and slap up Satan
Then return to Heaven, where Larock is waitin'
Resurrection, just like my complexion
When I speak, I don't need protection from the

I walk these streets and I'm to hit first
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"

reigns supreme, I stay on blast
That's why these rappers want me to go on
the truth, that's the fact, that's the deal
Forget sex appeal, my is real

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

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo
To all my heads who see an improvement
In culture, join this movement
We need more glocks my man Freddie Fox
The knowledge I spit to the click it stop

That Godcore, ready to start war
Rock more shock more top your pop
I'm I'll drop the grade to zero
When the teacher return, I chase Deniro

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

A army suit, a pair of don't make you a thug
That tough guy talk 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 don't make you a thug
A face and skully hat don't make you a thug
A fat with chrome don't make you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's