Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx 2002

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel, street

(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my people at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my heart is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
let's bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

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

My synopsis ain't
I'd stay, off plains and, out the city if I were you
Do you gotta do
But while you wave them flags, remember Amado,
Here's we gotta do, follow
I'll put hip-hop in you if you're
Those already filled, still take swallows
Goin' over potholes Tahoes

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 them on the go
You just saw me at the show, oh you know?
It's the of hip-hop, comin', with a whole different flow
Yo where them at? I don't know
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, no video
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 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!)
let's bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

Peep it out while I tell ya this
In single hood in the world I'm called Kris
the, truth for ya, it's the proof for ya
My Cristal passes more bars lawyers
The sound, this is not easily found
You don't need no rings to be
This is past the and gold
We had 'em, it's 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 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, runnin' to MTV? I see how

You know the from the fake, you know they stealin' they cake
You know it ain't about the art, it's all what they make
You the radio's late, you know they play what you hate
That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin' to
You know the of the cars and the rims
Tattooed and timbs, are also called sins
You know you got to pay for these
You the rap magazines be wack 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 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!)
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 your
I'm a preacher to bring my people back from the dead
I'm a leader tryin' to keep you all away the feds
You my sister I'll be to get you out of the bed
I'm a philosopher sayin' has got to be said
I don't you with lead, I bring that knowledge instead
this dread, I'll take you from A to Zed

Who am I? Just a scholar KRS
You can spend your money on but they ain't blessed
You can spend money drugs and still be stressed
Look around for conscious rappers yo there ain't left
I'm holdin' it down, yet I'm holdin' it up
Waitin' for some buck to come and sip from the cup
And continue with the menu new knowledge in you
I got a question and a lesson 'cause I what you been through
But

Where it 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