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 bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

Raw for raw times
My are underground, but this blessing is all mine
And when it's tour time, we open more
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, La Rock is where Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, digitally like shock is
Oh yes, I where the top is
But I'd rather rhyme how crooked some of these cops is

My ain't pretty
I'd stay, off plains and, out the city if I were you
Do what you do
But you wave them flags, remember Amado, Diallo
what we gotta do, follow
I'll put in you if you're hollow
Those that already filled, take swallows
Goin' over potholes Tahoes

You don't think, I know? Huh! I'm at you right now
You dancin' in the club, you in your car, sittin' down
You in the crib, on the low, you got headsets on the go
You saw me at the show, oh you don't know?
It's the temple of hip-hop, comin', with a whole different
Yo where hoes at? I don't 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 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!)
C'mon bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

Peep it out while I ya like this
In every single hood in the world I'm Kris
It's the, truth for ya, it's the for ya
My Cristal passes more bars than
The underground sound, this is not easily
You don't need no rings to be
is past the platinum and gold
We already had 'em, old

Here's the truth if it be told, 'round
Philosopher style is known to be
If you only holdin' guns, who's holdin' your child?
You got to be thinkin' you that thinkin' you shrinkin'
When the art of navigation has been to a Lincoln
Change the dial! I was free then and I'm now
You free, runnin' to MTV? I see how

You the real from the fake, you know they stealin' they cake
You know it ain't about the art, all about what they make
You know the radio's late, you know they play what you
That's why you got Kay Slay tape, tryin' to escape
You know the love of the cars and the
Tattooed arms and timbs, are also sins
You know you got to pay for spins
You know the rap be wack from beginning to the end
Bo!

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!)

Yo where it 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!)

I never was a 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 back from 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' what has got to be
I don't you with lead, I bring that knowledge instead
this 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 ain't none
I'm holdin' it down, yet I'm holdin' it up
Waitin' for some young buck to 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 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 let's it back!
The South, Bronx, boy