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, that? Back again
that? Word come 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 real thug is a 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 real thug is a that's hush

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

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

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

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 don't 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., they knew big pun
They never battled MC's, never bust they gun

They don't know that, all know is that show dat
That's digital tape 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 don't make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't you a thug
tough guy talk don't make you a thug
A thug is a thug that's hush

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

I walk these streets and I'm 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 supreme, I stay on blast
why these rappers want me to go on last
That's the truth, the fact, that's the deal
sex appeal, my tech is real

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 from your neck
Once again, get my name
'Fore I snatch that platinum '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 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 make you a
A real thug is a that's hush

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

That Godcore, ready to start war
Rock more shock top your pop tour
I'm sure I'll drop the to zero
the teacher 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 'Sneak attack', that's what it is
KRS-One spittin' to kids

A army suit, a pair of timbs make you a thug
That tough guy 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 you a thug
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 that's hush