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

Raw for raw times
My are underground, but this blessing is all mine
And when it's tour time, we open more
You need to rethink who you think is the greatest of all
I got this, I'm raw like Foxxx is
Hardcore like The LOX is, Ccott La Rock is where is
Where hip-hop is, digitally underground shock is
Oh yes, I know the top is
But I'd rhyme about how crooked some 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 wave them flags, remember Amado,
what we gotta do, follow
I'll put in you if you're hollow
Those that already filled, take swallows
Goin' over potholes Tahoes

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

Yo where it at?
(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!)

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

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

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

You the real from the fake, you know they 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 play what you hate
That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin' to
You the love of the cars and the rims
arms and timbs, are also called sins
You know you got to pay for 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 where my is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon let's bring it
(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where it 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!)

I never was a king and I'm not the
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 keep you all from the feds
You my I'll be tryin' to get you out of the bed
I'm a philosopher sayin' what has got to be
I don't you with lead, I bring that knowledge instead
Follow this dread, I'll you from A to Zed

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

it started at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my people at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my heart is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon 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 bring it back!
The South, Bronx, boy