Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

This what you hardcore, fat gospel street gospel

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

Raw rhymes for raw
My albums are underground, but this blessing is all
And when tour 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 like The LOX is, Scott LaRock is where is
Where is, Digital-ly Underground like Shock is
Oh yes -- I where the top is
But I'd rather rhyme about how some of these cops is
My synopsis pretty
I'd stay, off them and, out the city if I were you
Do you gotta do
But while you wave flags, remember Amadou Diallo
Here's what we do, follow
put hip-hop in you if you're hollow
Those already filled, still take swallows
Goin over potholes with
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 headsets 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 them hoes at? I know
But wherever God at, go
I give 'em a hard rap and a
That's why when they call back for the show, no video
We get up and go

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

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

Peep it out I tell ya like this
In every hood in the world I'm called Kris
the, truth for ya, it's the proof for ya
My Cristal passes bars than lawyers
The underground sound, this is not found
You don't no rings to be down
is, past the platinum and gold
We had 'em, it's old
the truth if it be told, gather 'round
Philosopher style is known to be
If you only holdin guns, who's holdin your child?
You got to be thinkin you know that you
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 the fake, you know they stealin they cake
You know it about the art, it's all about what they make
You know the radio's late, you know they what you hate
why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin to escape
You know the love of the and the rims
arms and Timbs, are also 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 where my is at?
South South,
C'mon let's it back
South, Bronx

I was a king and I'm not the Pres
I'm a teacher like reefer goin straight to your head
I'm a preacher tryin to my people back from the dead
I'm a leader tryin to keep you all from the feds
You my sister I'll be to get you out of the bed
I'm a sayin what has got to be said
I fill you with lead, I bring that knowledge instead
Follow this dread, I'll take you A to Zed
Who am I? Just a scholar K-R-S
You can spend money on others but they ain't blessed
You can spend your money and still be stressed
Look around for conscious yo there ain't none left
I'm holdin it downbetter yet I'm up
Waitin for some young buck to and sip from the cup
And with the menu puttin new knowledge in you
I got a and a lesson cause I know what you been through
But

South, Bronx
Yo my people at?
South South,

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

The South Bronx, boyeee