Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

This what you hardcore, fat gospel street gospel

South South,
Yo my people at?
South, Bronx
Yo where my is at?
South South,
let's bring it back
South South,

Raw for raw times
My are underground, but this blessing is all mine
And when it's time, we open more minds
You to rethink who you think is the "Greatest of All Time"
I got this -- I'm raw like Freddie is
Hardcore like The LOX is, LaRock is where Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, Digital-ly Underground Shock is
Oh yes -- I where the top is
But I'd rhyme about how crooked some of these cops is
My ain't pretty
I'd stay, off them plains and, out the if I were you
Do what you do
But while you wave them flags, remember Diallo
Here's what we do, follow
put hip-hop in you if you're hollow
Those that filled, still take swallows
over potholes with Tahoes
You think +I+ know? Huh! I'm lookin at you right 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 don't
It's the Temple of Hip-Hop, comin, a whole different flow
Yo where them hoes at? I know
But wherever God at, go
I give 'em a rap and a flow
That's why when they call back for the show, with no
We get up and go

Yo where it at?
South South,
Yo where my at?
South South,
Yo my heart is at?
South, Bronx
C'mon let's it back
South, Bronx

South South,
Yo my people at?
South, Bronx
Yo my heart is at?
South, Bronx
C'mon let's it back
South South,

Peep it out while I tell ya like
In every single hood in the world I'm called
It's the, truth for ya, it's the for ya
My Cristal more bars than lawyers
The underground sound, is not easily found
You need no rings to be down
This is, past the platinum and
We already had 'em, old
Here's the truth if it be told, gather
Philosopher style is known to be
If you holdin them guns, who's holdin your child?
You got to be thinkin you know 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 I don't see how
You know the real from the fake, you know they stealin cake
You it ain't about the art, it's all about what they make
You know the radio's late, you know play what you hate
That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, to escape
You know the love of the cars and the
Tattooed arms and Timbs, are also called
You know you got to pay for these
You know the rap magazines be from beginning to the end
BO

South South,
Yo where my at?
South South,
Yo where my is at?
South South,
C'mon bring it back
South, Bronx

I was a king and I'm not the Pres
I'm a like that reefer goin straight to your head
I'm a preacher to bring my people back from the dead
I'm a leader to keep you all away from the feds
You my sister be tryin to get you out of the bed
I'm a philospher sayin what has got to be
I don't fill you with lead, I bring that instead
Follow this dread, take you from A to Zed
Who am I? Just a scholar called
You can spend your money on others but they blessed
You can spend your money drugs and be stressed
Look around for conscious rappes yo there none left
I'm holdin it downbetter yet I'm 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 cause I what you been through
But

South South,
Yo my people at?
South South,

Yo where it at?
South, Bronx
Yo where my at?
South, Bronx
Yo my heart is at?
South, Bronx
C'mon let's bring it
South South,

The South Bronx, boyeee