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 are underground, but this blessing is all mine
And when tour time, we open more minds
You need to rethink who you think is the greatest of all
I got this, I'm raw Freddie Foxxx is
Hardcore The LOX is, Ccott La Rock is where Tupac is
Where is, digitally underground 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 and, out the city if I were you
Do what you do
But while you wave them flags, Amado, Diallo
Here's what we gotta do,
I'll put hip-hop in you if you're
that already filled, still take swallows
Goin' over with Tahoes

You don't think, I Huh! I'm lookin' 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 saw me at the show, oh you don't know?
It's the temple of hip-hop, comin', with a whole different
Yo where them at? I don't know
But wherever God at, 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 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!)

Peep it out while I tell ya this
In every single hood in the 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
style is known to be wild
If you only them guns, who's holdin' your child?
You got to be thinkin' you know thinkin' you shrinkin'
the art of navigation has been reduced 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 it ain't about the art, it's all about what they make
You know the radio's late, you they play what you hate
That's why you got Kay Slay tape, tryin' to escape
You know the of the cars and the rims
Tattooed arms and timbs, are called sins
You know you got to pay for spins
You know the rap magazines be wack from 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 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 it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

I was a king 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 from the
I'm a leader tryin' to keep you all from 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 don't fill you with lead, I bring that knowledge
Follow this dread, I'll take you A to Zed

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

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