Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel street

South South,
Yo where my at?
South South,
Yo where my is at?
South South,
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 Freddie Foxxx is
Hardcore like The LOX is, LaRock is where Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, Digital-ly like Shock is
Oh yes -- I know the top is
But I'd rhyme about how crooked some of these cops is
My synopsis 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
what we gotta do, follow
I'll put hip-hop in you if hollow
Those that filled, still take swallows
Goin potholes with Tahoes
You don't +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 headsets on the go
You just saw me at the show oh you know?
It's the Temple of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole different
Yo where them hoes at? I know
But God at, I'ma 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,
Yo my people at?
South South,
Yo my heart is at?
South South,
C'mon let's bring it
South South,

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

it out while I tell ya like this
In every hood in the world I'm called Kris
It's the, truth for ya, it's the for ya
My passes more bars than lawyers
The underground sound, this is not easily
You don't no rings to be down
This is, past the platinum and
We already had 'em, old
the truth if it be told, gather 'round
Philosopher is known to be wild
If you only holdin them guns, who's holdin child?
You got to be you know that you shrinkin
When the art of has been reduced to a Lincoln
Change the dial! I was then and I'm free now
You free, runnin to I don't see how
You know the real from the fake, you know they they cake
You know it ain't the art, it's all about what they make
You know the radio's late, you know they play what you
That's why you got that Kay tape, tryin 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 wack beginning to the end
BO

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

I was a king 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 to keep you all away from the feds
You my sister I'll be 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, I'll you from A to Zed
Who am I? Just a scholar called
You can spend your money on but they ain't blessed
You can spend your money and still be stressed
around for conscious rappes yo there ain't none left
I'm holdin it yet I'm holdin up
Waitin for young buck to come and sip from the cup
And continue the menu puttin new knowledge in you
I got a question and a lesson cause I know what you been
But

South, Bronx
Yo my people at?
South, Bronx

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

The South Bronx, boyeee