Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel gospel

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

Raw rhymes for raw
My albums are underground, but blessing is all mine
And when it's tour time, we open more
You to rethink who you think is the "Greatest of All Time"
I got this -- I'm raw Freddie Foxxx is
Hardcore The LOX is, Scott LaRock is where Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, Underground like Shock is
Oh yes -- I know the top is
But I'd rather rhyme about how crooked some of cops is
My synopsis ain't
I'd stay, off them plains and, out the city if I you
Do you gotta do
But you wave them flags, remember Amadou Diallo
Here's we gotta do, follow
I'll put hip-hop in you if hollow
Those already filled, still take swallows
Goin over with 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, down
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 where hoes at? I don't 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 my people at?
South, Bronx
Yo where my is at?
South South,
C'mon bring it back
South, Bronx

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

Peep it out while I tell ya this
In every single hood in the world I'm called
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
This is, the platinum and gold
We had 'em, it's old
Here's the truth if it be told, gather
Philosopher style is known to be
If you only holdin them guns, holdin your child?
You got to be thinkin you that you shrinkin
When the art of Navigation has reduced to a Lincoln
Change the dial! I was free and I'm free now
You free, to MTV? I don't see how
You know the from the fake, you know they stealin 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 what you hate
That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, to escape
You the love of the cars and the rims
Tattooed arms and Timbs, are also called
You know you got to pay for spins
You know the rap magazines be from beginning to the end
BO

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

I never was a king and I'm not the
I'm a like that reefer goin straight 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 philospher sayin has got to be said
I fill you with lead, I bring that knowledge instead
Follow dread, I'll take you from A to Zed
Who am I? a scholar called K-R-S
You can spend your money on others but ain't blessed
You can spend your money drugs and be stressed
Look around for conscious rappes yo there ain't none
I'm holdin it downbetter yet I'm up
Waitin for some young buck to come and sip the cup
And continue with the menu new knowledge in you
I got a question and a cause I know what you been through
But

South South,
Yo my people at?
South, Bronx

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

The South South Bronx,