Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx 2002

This you call 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 blessing is all mine
And it's tour time, we open more minds
You need to rethink who you think is the of all time
I got this, I'm raw like Freddie is
Hardcore like The LOX is, Ccott La Rock is where is
Where is, digitally underground like shock is
Oh yes, I where the top is
But I'd rhyme about 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 you gotta do
But while you wave them flags, remember Amado,
what we gotta do, follow
I'll put in you if you're hollow
Those that filled, still take swallows
Goin' over potholes Tahoes

You don't think, I know? Huh! I'm at you right now
You ain't dancin' in the club, you in car, sittin' down
You in the crib, on the low, you got headsets 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, 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 where my at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my 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!)
C'mon bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

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

Here's the truth if it be told, 'round
Philosopher style is 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 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' they
You know it ain't about the art, it's all about they make
You know the late, you know they play what you hate
That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin' to
You the love of the cars and the rims
arms and timbs, are also called sins
You know you got to pay for spins
You know the rap magazines be from beginning to the end
Bo!

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 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!)
C'mon let's bring it
(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 preacher tryin' to bring my people back the dead
I'm a leader tryin' to you all away from the feds
You my sister be tryin' to get you out of the bed
I'm a philosopher sayin' has got to be said
I don't fill you with lead, I bring that instead
Follow this dread, I'll you from A to Zed

Who am I? Just a scholar KRS
You can spend your money on others but they blessed
You can spend your drugs and still be stressed
Look for conscious rappers yo there ain't none left
I'm holdin' it down, better yet I'm it up
Waitin' for some young 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 been
But

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 where my is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
let's bring it back!
The South, Bronx, boy