Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx 2002

This you call hardcore, fat gospel, street gospel

(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!)

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

My synopsis ain't
I'd stay, off them plains and, out the if I were you
Do you gotta do
But while you wave flags, remember Amado, Diallo
Here's what we gotta do,
I'll put hip-hop in you if 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 dancin' in the club, you in your car, sittin' down
You in the crib, on the low, you got them on the go
You just saw me at the show, oh you know?
It's the temple of hip-hop, comin', with a different flow
Yo where hoes at? I don't know
But wherever God at, I'm-a go, I give 'em a rap and a flow
That's why when 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 my heart 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 bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

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

Here's the truth if it be told, gather
Philosopher style is known to be
If you only holdin' guns, who's holdin' your child?
You got to be thinkin' you know that thinkin' you
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 from the fake, you know they stealin' they cake
You know it ain't about the art, it's all about they make
You know the radio's late, you they play what you hate
why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin' to escape
You know the love of the cars and the
Tattooed arms and timbs, are called sins
You you got to pay for these spins
You the rap magazines 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 bring it back
(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 bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

I never was a and I'm not the pres
I'm a teacher like reefer goin' straight to your head
I'm a preacher tryin' to bring my people from the dead
I'm a leader tryin' to keep you all away the feds
You my sister be tryin' to get you out of the bed
I'm a philosopher sayin' what has got to be
I fill you with lead, I bring that knowledge instead
Follow this dread, take you from A to Zed

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