Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

This you call hardcore, fat gospel street gospel

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

Raw for raw times
My albums are underground, but this blessing is all
And when it's tour time, we open 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, Scott LaRock is Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, Digital-ly like Shock is
Oh yes -- I where the top is
But I'd rather rhyme about how some of these cops is
My synopsis ain't
I'd stay, off them plains and, out the if I were you
Do what you do
But while you them flags, remember Amadou Diallo
Here's what we do, follow
put hip-hop 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 ain't dancin in the club, you in your car, sittin
You in the crib, on the low
You got them on the go
You just saw me at the oh you don't know?
It's the Temple of Hip-Hop, comin, with a different flow
Yo them hoes at? I don't know
But God at, I'ma go
I give 'em a rap and a flow
That's why they call back for the show, with no video
We get up and go

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South South,
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South, Bronx

South South,
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South South,
C'mon let's bring it
South South,

it out while I tell ya like this
In every single in the world I'm called Kris
the, truth for ya, it's the proof for ya
My Cristal passes more bars than
The underground sound, this is not easily
You don't no rings to be down
This is, the platinum and gold
We had 'em, it's old
Here's the truth if it be told, 'round
style is known to be wild
If you only holdin them guns, 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 stealin they cake
You know it ain't about the art, it's all about what they
You know the radio's late, you know play what you hate
That's why you got that Kay tape, tryin to escape
You the love of the cars and the rims
Tattooed arms and Timbs, are called sins
You know you got to pay for these
You know the rap magazines be from beginning to the end
BO

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

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 bring my back from the dead
I'm a leader tryin to keep you all away from the
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 you with lead, I bring that knowledge 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 ain't blessed
You can spend your drugs and still 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 new knowledge in you
I got a question and a lesson I know what you been through
But

South, Bronx
Yo where my at?
South South,

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

The South Bronx, boyeee