Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

This you call hardcore, fat gospel street gospel

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

Raw for raw times
My albums are underground, but this is all mine
And when it's tour time, we more minds
You to rethink who you think is the "Greatest of All Time"
I got this -- I'm raw like Freddie is
like The LOX is, Scott LaRock is where Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, Digital-ly Underground Shock is
Oh yes -- I where 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 what we do, follow
I'll put in you if you're hollow
Those that already filled, take swallows
Goin over potholes 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 headsets on the go
You saw me at the show oh you don't know?
It's the Temple of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole different
Yo where them hoes at? I don't
But God at, I'ma go
I 'em a hard rap and a flow
That's why they call back for the show, with no video
We get up and go

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

it out while I tell ya like this
In every single in the world I'm called Kris
It's the, truth for ya, the proof 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
Here's the truth if it be told, gather
Philosopher style is to be wild
If you only holdin them guns, holdin your child?
You got to be you know that you shrinkin
When the art of Navigation has been reduced to a
Change the dial! I was free and I'm free 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 they make
You know the radio's late, you know they what you hate
That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin to
You the love of the cars and the rims
Tattooed and Timbs, are also called sins
You know you got to pay for spins
You know the rap magazines be from beginning to the end
BO

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

I was a king and I'm not the Pres
I'm a teacher like that goin straight to your head
I'm a tryin to bring my people back from the dead
I'm a leader tryin to keep you all away the feds
You my sister I'll be to get you out of the bed
I'm a philospher sayin has got to be said
I don't fill you lead, I bring that knowledge instead
Follow dread, I'll take you from A to Zed
Who am I? Just a scholar K-R-S
You can spend your money on others but they blessed
You can spend your money and still be stressed
Look around for rappes yo there ain't none left
I'm holdin it 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 lesson cause I know what you through
But

South, Bronx
Yo where my at?
South, Bronx

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

The South Bronx, boyeee