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!)
C'mon let's it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

Raw rhymes for raw
My albums are underground, but blessing is all mine
And when it's time, we open more minds
You need to rethink who you think is the of all time
I got this, I'm raw like Foxxx is
Hardcore like The LOX is, Ccott La Rock is where is
Where hip-hop is, 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 ain't
I'd stay, off plains and, out the city if I were you
Do what you do
But while you wave them flags, Amado, Diallo
Here's what we gotta do,
I'll put hip-hop in you if you're
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 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 know
But wherever God at, I'm-a go, I 'em a hard rap and a flow
That's why when they call back for the show, no video
We get up and go!

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 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!)

it out while I tell ya like this
In single hood in the world I'm called Kris
It's the, truth for ya, the proof for ya
My passes more bars than lawyers
The sound, this is not easily found
You don't 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 is known to be wild
If you only holdin' them guns, who's your child?
You got to be thinkin' you that thinkin' 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, to MTV? I don't see how

You know the real from the fake, you they stealin' they cake
You know it ain't the art, it's all about what they make
You know the late, you know they play what you hate
That's why you got that Kay tape, tryin' to escape
You know the love of the and the rims
Tattooed arms and timbs, are called sins
You you got to pay for these spins
You know the rap magazines be wack from 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 it started 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 was a king and I'm not the pres
I'm a teacher like that reefer goin' to your head
I'm a preacher tryin' to bring my people back from the
I'm a tryin' 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 bring that instead
Follow dread, I'll take you from A to Zed

Who am I? Just a called KRS
You can your money on others but they ain't blessed
You can spend your money drugs and still be
Look around for conscious yo there ain't none left
I'm it down, better yet I'm holdin' 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 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!)
C'mon bring 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!
The South, Bronx, boy