Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx 2002

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel, street

(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my people at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my heart is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon let's bring it
(South, South, Bronx!)

Raw rhymes for raw
My albums are underground, but blessing is all mine
And when it's tour time, we open more
You to rethink who you think is the greatest of all time
I got this, I'm raw like Foxxx is
like The LOX is, Ccott La Rock is where Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, digitally underground shock is
Oh yes, I know the top is
But I'd rather rhyme how crooked some of these cops is

My synopsis ain't
I'd stay, off them and, out the city if I were you
Do what you do
But while you wave them flags, Amado, Diallo
Here's what we do, follow
put hip-hop in you if you're hollow
Those that filled, still take swallows
Goin' over with Tahoes

You don't think, I Huh! I'm lookin' at you right now
You ain't dancin' in the club, you in car, sittin' down
You in the crib, on the low, you got headsets on the go
You just saw me at the show, oh you don't
It's the temple of hip-hop, comin', with a whole flow
Yo them hoes at? I don't know
But wherever God at, I'm-a go, I give 'em a rap and a flow
why when they call back for the show, with no video
We get up and go!

Yo where it at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my people at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where it at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
let's bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

Peep it out I tell ya like this
In single hood in the world I'm called Kris
It's the, truth for ya, the proof for ya
My Cristal more bars than lawyers
The underground sound, this is not easily
You don't need no to be down
This is the platinum and gold
We already had 'em, old

Here's the truth if it be told, 'round
style is known to be wild
If you only holdin' them guns, holdin' your child?
You got to be thinkin' you that thinkin' you shrinkin'
When the art of has been reduced to a Lincoln
Change the dial! I was free then and I'm now
You free, runnin' to I don't see how

You know the real from the fake, you they stealin' they cake
You know it ain't about the art, all about what they make
You the radio's late, you know they play what you hate
That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, to escape
You know the of the cars and the rims
Tattooed arms and timbs, are called sins
You you got to pay for these spins
You know the rap be wack from beginning to the end
Bo!

Yo it started at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my heart is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon let's it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo it started at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my people at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
let's bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

I never was a king and I'm not the
I'm a teacher like that reefer straight to your head
I'm a preacher tryin' to bring my back from the dead
I'm a leader tryin' to keep you all away from the
You my sister I'll be to get you out of the bed
I'm a philosopher sayin' has got to be said
I don't fill you with lead, I bring that instead
this dread, I'll take you from A to Zed

Who am I? Just a scholar KRS
You can spend your money on others but they ain't
You can spend your money drugs and still be
Look around for conscious rappers yo ain't none left
I'm holdin' it down, yet I'm holdin' it up
Waitin' for some young buck to and sip from the cup
And continue with the puttin' new knowledge in you
I got a question and a lesson 'cause I know you been through
But

Where it at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my people at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon let's it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo it started at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon let's it back!
The South, Bronx, boy