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 are underground, but this blessing is all mine
And when 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, 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 synopsis pretty
I'd stay, off them plains and, out the if I were you
Do you gotta do
But while you wave them flags, Amado, Diallo
Here's we gotta do, follow
I'll put hip-hop in you if hollow
Those that already filled, take swallows
Goin' over with Tahoes

You think, I know? Huh! I'm lookin' at you right now
You ain't dancin' in the club, you in your car, 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', with a whole different
Yo where them hoes at? I know
But wherever God at, I'm-a go, I give 'em a rap and a flow
That's why when they back for the show, with no video
We get up and go!

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!)

Yo where it at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my people at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my heart is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

Peep it out while I tell ya like
In single hood in the world I'm called Kris
It's the, for ya, it's the proof for ya
My Cristal passes more bars than
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, gather
Philosopher style is to be wild
If you only holdin' guns, who's holdin' 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 then and I'm free now
You free, runnin' to MTV? I see how

You know the real the fake, you know they stealin' they cake
You know it ain't about the art, all about what they make
You know the late, you know they play what you hate
why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin' to escape
You know the love of the and the rims
Tattooed arms and timbs, are called sins
You know you got to pay for spins
You know the rap magazines be from beginning 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 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!)
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 my people back from the dead
I'm a leader tryin' to 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 this dread, I'll take you A to Zed

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