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!)
let's bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

Raw rhymes for raw
My albums are underground, but this blessing is all
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 Freddie is
like The LOX is, Ccott La Rock is where Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, digitally underground like is
Oh yes, I where the top is
But I'd rather rhyme how crooked some of these cops is

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

You think, I know? Huh! I'm lookin' 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 just saw me at the show, oh you don't
It's the temple of hip-hop, comin', with a different flow
Yo them hoes at? I don't know
But wherever God at, I'm-a go, I give 'em a hard rap and a
That's why when they call back for the show, with no
We get up and go!

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 where my is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon let's it back
(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 passes more bars than lawyers
The underground sound, this is not found
You don't need no to be down
This is the platinum and gold
We had 'em, it's old

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

You know the real from the fake, you know they stealin' they
You know it ain't 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 tape, tryin' to escape
You know the love of the cars and the
Tattooed and timbs, are also called sins
You know you got to pay for these
You know the rap magazines be 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 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!)
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 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 I'll be tryin' 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
this dread, I'll take you from A to Zed

Who am I? a scholar called KRS
You can spend your money on others but they ain't
You can your money drugs and still be stressed
Look around for conscious rappers yo there ain't 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 'cause I know what you been through
But

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!)

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!
The South, Bronx, boy