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 albums are underground, but this 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, 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 pretty
I'd stay, off them and, out the city if I were you
Do what you do
But you wave them flags, remember Amado, Diallo
Here's what we gotta do,
I'll put hip-hop in you if you're
Those that already filled, take swallows
Goin' over potholes with

You don't think, I know? Huh! I'm lookin' at you 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 flow
Yo them hoes at? I don't know
But God at, I'm-a go, I give 'em a hard rap and a flow
That's why when they call back for the show, with no
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 bring it
(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where it at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon let's bring it
(South, South, Bronx!)

Peep it out while I ya like this
In every single hood in the world I'm called
It's the, for ya, it's the proof for ya
My passes more bars than lawyers
The underground sound, this is not easily
You don't need no to be down
is past the platinum and gold
We had 'em, it's old

Here's the if it be told, gather 'round
style is known to be wild
If you only them guns, who's holdin' your child?
You got to be thinkin' you know that you shrinkin'
When the art of has been 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 they stealin' they cake
You know it ain't about the art, it's all what they make
You know the radio's late, you know they play what you
That's why you got that Kay tape, tryin' to escape
You the love of the cars and the rims
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 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 bring it
(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!)
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 goin' straight to head
I'm a tryin' to bring my people back 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 don't you with lead, I bring that knowledge instead
Follow this dread, take you from A to Zed

Who am I? a scholar called KRS
You can spend your 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
Waitin' for some young buck to come and sip the cup
And continue the menu puttin' new knowledge in you
I got a question and a lesson 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 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!
The South, Bronx, boy