Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx 2002

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel, 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 is all mine
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 like Foxxx is
Hardcore like The LOX is, 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 rhyme about how some of these cops is

My synopsis ain't
I'd stay, off them plains and, out the if I were you
Do what you do
But while you wave flags, remember Amado, Diallo
Here's what we do, follow
put hip-hop 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 lookin' at you now
You ain't dancin' in the club, you in your car, sittin'
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', a whole different flow
Yo where them hoes at? I don't
But wherever God at, go, I give 'em a hard rap and a flow
That's why when they back for the show, with no video
We get up and go!

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!)

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!)

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

the truth if it be told, gather 'round
Philosopher style is known to be
If you only holdin' guns, who's holdin' your child?
You got to be thinkin' you know thinkin' you shrinkin'
When the art of has been reduced to a Lincoln
Change the dial! I was free 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' cake
You know it ain't the art, it's all about 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 know the love of the and the rims
Tattooed arms and timbs, are also called
You know you got to pay for these
You know the rap magazines be wack from 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!)
C'mon let's 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!)
let's bring 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 the dead
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 what has got to be said
I don't fill you with lead, I bring that knowledge
Follow this dread, take you from A to Zed

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

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 bring it
(South, South, Bronx!)

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!
The South, Bronx, boy