Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx 2002

This what you hardcore, fat gospel, street gospel

(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!)

Raw rhymes for raw
My albums are underground, but this blessing is all
And when it's tour time, we more minds
You need to rethink who you think is the greatest of all
I got this, I'm raw Freddie Foxxx is
like The LOX is, Ccott La Rock is where Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, 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 ain't
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 do, follow
I'll put hip-hop in you if hollow
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 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?
the temple of hip-hop, comin', with a whole different flow
Yo where them hoes at? I know
But God at, I'm-a go, I give 'em a hard rap and a flow
That's why they call back for the show, with 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 bring 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!)

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

the truth if it be told, gather 'round
Philosopher style is known to be
If you holdin' them guns, who's holdin' your child?
You got to be thinkin' you know thinkin' you shrinkin'
When the art of navigation has reduced to a Lincoln
Change the dial! I was free and I'm free 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 the art, it's all about what they make
You know the radio's late, you they play what you hate
That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, to escape
You know the love of the and the rims
Tattooed and timbs, are also called sins
You know you got to pay for spins
You know the rap magazines be wack from 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 it started 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 was a king and I'm not the pres
I'm a teacher that reefer goin' straight to your head
I'm a preacher tryin' to bring my people back 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 fill you with lead, I bring that instead
Follow dread, I'll take you from A to Zed

Who am I? a scholar called KRS
You can spend money on others but they ain't blessed
You can spend your money drugs and still be
Look around for conscious rappers yo there none left
I'm holdin' it down, better yet I'm it up
Waitin' for young buck to come and sip from the cup
And with the menu puttin' new knowledge in you
I got a question and a lesson 'cause I 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 where my at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon let's it back!
The South, Bronx, boy