Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx 2002

This what you hardcore, fat gospel, street gospel

(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!)

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

My synopsis pretty
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 do, follow
I'll put in you if you're hollow
that already filled, still take swallows
Goin' over with 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, down
You in the crib, on the low, you got them on the go
You just saw me at the show, oh you don't
It's the temple of hip-hop, comin', a whole different flow
Yo where hoes at? I don't know
But wherever God at, I'm-a go, I '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 my heart 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 my heart is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon let's it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

Peep it out while I ya like 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 more bars lawyers
The underground sound, this is not easily
You need no rings to be down
This is the platinum and gold
We had 'em, it's old

Here's the 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 that you shrinkin'
When the art of navigation has reduced to a Lincoln
Change the dial! I was free then and I'm 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 about the art, it's all 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 cars and the
Tattooed arms and timbs, are also sins
You you got to pay for these spins
You know the rap be wack from beginning to the end
Bo!

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
(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 never was a 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 back from the dead
I'm a leader to keep you all away from the feds
You my I'll 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 that knowledge instead
this dread, I'll 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 spend your money and still be stressed
Look around for conscious rappers yo there ain't left
I'm it down, better yet I'm holdin' it up
for some young buck to come and sip from the cup
And continue with the menu puttin' new in you
I got a question and a lesson 'cause I know what you 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 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!
The South, Bronx, boy