Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx 2002

This you call 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 blessing is all
And when it's tour time, we more minds
You to rethink who you think is the greatest of all time
I got this, I'm raw Freddie Foxxx is
like 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 about how crooked some of these cops is

My synopsis pretty
I'd stay, off them and, out the city if I were you
Do you gotta do
But you wave them flags, remember Amado, Diallo
Here's what we do, follow
I'll put in you if you're hollow
Those that already filled, still swallows
Goin' over with Tahoes

You don't think, I know? Huh! I'm lookin' at you 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?
the temple of hip-hop, comin', with a whole different flow
Yo where hoes 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 they call for the show, with no video
We get up and go!

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
(South, South, Bronx!)

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 bring it
(South, South, Bronx!)

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

Here's the if it be told, gather 'round
Philosopher is known to be wild
If you only holdin' guns, who's holdin' your child?
You got to be thinkin' you that thinkin' you shrinkin'
When the art of navigation has reduced to a Lincoln
Change the dial! I was free and I'm free now
You free, runnin' to MTV? I see how

You know the real from the fake, you know stealin' they cake
You know it about the art, it's all about what they make
You know the radio's late, you know they play you hate
That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin' to
You the love of the cars and the rims
Tattooed arms and timbs, are also called
You know you got to pay for spins
You the rap magazines be wack from beginning to the end
Bo!

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!)

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

I never was a and I'm not the pres
I'm a teacher that reefer goin' straight to your head
I'm a preacher tryin' to bring my people back the dead
I'm a leader to keep 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 fill you with lead, I bring that knowledge
Follow this dread, I'll take you A to Zed

Who am I? a scholar called KRS
You can spend money on others but they ain't blessed
You can spend money drugs and still be stressed
around for conscious rappers yo there ain't none left
I'm holdin' it down, yet I'm holdin' it up
Waitin' for young 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 know you been through
But

it started at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my 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