Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel gospel

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

Raw rhymes for raw
My are underground, but this blessing is all mine
And when it's time, we open more minds
You need to who you think is the "Greatest of All Time"
I got -- I'm raw like Freddie Foxxx is
Hardcore The LOX is, Scott LaRock is where Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, Digital-ly Underground like 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 and, out the city if I were you
Do you gotta do
But while you wave them flags, remember Amadou
Here's what we do, follow
I'll put hip-hop in you if you're
Those that already filled, still take
Goin over potholes Tahoes
You don't think +I+ know? Huh! I'm lookin at you now
You ain't dancin in the club, you in 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 of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole different flow
Yo where them hoes at? I don't
But God at, I'ma go
I give 'em a hard rap and a
That's why they call back for the show, with no video
We get up and go

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,

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

Peep it out while I ya like this
In every single hood in the I'm called Kris
It's the, for ya, it's the proof for ya
My Cristal passes more than lawyers
The sound, this is not easily found
You don't need no rings to be
is, past the platinum and gold
We had 'em, it's old
Here's the if it be told, gather 'round
Philosopher style is known to be
If you only holdin them guns, holdin your child?
You got to be thinkin you know that you
the art of Navigation has been reduced to a Lincoln
Change the dial! I was then and I'm free now
You free, to MTV? I don't see how
You know the real from the fake, you know they stealin they
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 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 be wack from beginning to the end
BO

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

I never was a king and I'm not the
I'm a teacher that reefer goin straight to your head
I'm a preacher tryin to bring my people from the dead
I'm a leader tryin to keep you all from the feds
You my I'll be tryin to get you out of the bed
I'm a philospher sayin what has got to be
I don't fill you lead, I bring that knowledge instead
Follow this dread, I'll you from A to Zed
Who am I? Just a called K-R-S
You can your money on others but they ain't blessed
You can spend your money drugs and be stressed
Look around for rappes yo there ain't none left
I'm it downbetter yet I'm holdin up
Waitin for some young buck to and sip from the cup
And with the menu puttin new knowledge in you
I got a question and a cause I know what you been through
But

South, Bronx
Yo where my at?
South, Bronx

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

The South Bronx, boyeee