Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

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

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

A north face and 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 make you a
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 them they bit it
I think my gun gonna start clickin' again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 to Hell, and slap up Satan
Then return to Heaven, Scott Larock is waitin'
Resurrection, just my brown complexion
When I speak, I need 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 take one look
And all you is, "Get down, get down, get down"

Knowledge supreme, I stay on blast
That's why these want me to go on last
That's the truth, 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 your head, it best stay
'Cause I can that red in a mintue aight

Now go back and get my name
I snatch them diamonds from 'round 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 of timbs 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 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 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 I spit to the click it don't stop

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

Like where yo? Where yo? livin' in fear yo
It's a jungle sometime, but I got my yo
The album's called attack', that's what it is
KRS-One spittin' facts to

A army suit, a pair of timbs don't you a thug
tough 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 hush

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