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 South,
C'mon bring it back
South, Bronx

Raw rhymes for raw
My albums are underground, but blessing is all mine
And when it's tour time, we open more
You need to who you think is the "Greatest of All Time"
I got this -- I'm raw Freddie Foxxx is
Hardcore like The LOX is, Scott is where Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, Underground like Shock is
Oh yes -- I where the top is
But I'd rather rhyme about how crooked some of these 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 gotta do,
I'll put hip-hop in you if you're
Those that filled, still take swallows
over potholes with Tahoes
You don't +I+ know? Huh! I'm lookin at you right 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 saw me at the show oh you don't know?
the Temple of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole different flow
Yo where them hoes at? I 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, Bronx
Yo where my at?
South South,
Yo where my is at?
South, Bronx
C'mon let's it back
South South,

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

Peep it out while I ya like this
In every hood in the world I'm called Kris
It's the, truth for ya, the proof for ya
My Cristal passes bars than lawyers
The sound, this is not easily found
You don't need no to be down
is, past the platinum and gold
We already had 'em, old
Here's the truth if it be told, gather
Philosopher is known to be wild
If you only holdin them guns, who's holdin child?
You got to be thinkin you know that you
When the art of Navigation has been 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 real from the fake, you they stealin they cake
You it ain't about the art, it's all about what they make
You know the late, you know they play what you hate
why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin to escape
You the love 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 magazines be from beginning to the end
BO

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

I was a king and I'm not the Pres
I'm a like that reefer goin straight to your head
I'm a preacher tryin to my people 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 fill you lead, I bring that knowledge instead
this 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 ain't
You can spend your money and still be stressed
Look around for rappes yo there ain't none left
I'm holdin it downbetter yet I'm up
Waitin for some buck to come 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 South,
Yo my people at?
South South,

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

The South South Bronx,