Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx 2002

This what you hardcore, fat gospel, street gospel

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

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

My ain't pretty
I'd stay, off them plains and, out the if I were you
Do what you do
But while you them flags, remember Amado, Diallo
Here's what we gotta do,
put hip-hop in you if you're hollow
Those already filled, still take swallows
Goin' over potholes Tahoes

You don't think, I know? Huh! I'm at you right now
You ain't in the club, you in your 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 know?
It's the temple of hip-hop, comin', with a whole different
Yo where them hoes at? I know
But wherever God at, I'm-a go, I give 'em a rap and a flow
That's why they call back for the show, with no video
We get up and go!

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 bring it
(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo 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 bring it
(South, South, Bronx!)

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

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

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

Yo where it at?
(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!)

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

I was a king and I'm not the pres
I'm a teacher like that reefer goin' straight to your
I'm a preacher to bring my people back from the dead
I'm a leader tryin' to you all away from the feds
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 you with lead, I bring that knowledge instead
Follow 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 and still be stressed
Look around for conscious rappers yo there ain't left
I'm it down, better yet I'm holdin' it up
Waitin' for some young buck to and sip from the cup
And continue with the menu puttin' new in you
I got a question and a lesson 'cause I know what you been
But

it started 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!)

Yo it started 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!
The South, Bronx, boy