Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

This what you hardcore, fat gospel street gospel

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

Raw rhymes for raw
My are underground, but this blessing is all mine
And when it's tour time, we open more
You need to rethink who you 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 some of these cops is
My synopsis ain't
I'd stay, off them plains and, out the city if I you
Do what you do
But while you wave them flags, Amadou Diallo
Here's what we do, follow
put hip-hop in you if you're hollow
Those that already filled, still take
Goin potholes with Tahoes
You don't think +I+ know? Huh! I'm lookin at you now
You ain't in the club, you in your car, sittin 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 of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole different flow
Yo them hoes at? I don't know
But wherever God at, go
I 'em a hard rap and a flow
why when they call back for the show, with no video
We get up and go

Yo it started at?
South South,
Yo where my at?
South, Bronx
Yo where my is at?
South South,
C'mon let's bring it
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 single hood in the I'm called Kris
the, truth for ya, it's the proof for ya
My Cristal passes more 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
Here's the truth if it be told, gather
Philosopher style is to be wild
If you only holdin them guns, who's holdin your
You got to be you know that you shrinkin
When the art of Navigation has 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 they what you hate
That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, to escape
You the love of the cars and the rims
arms and Timbs, are also called sins
You know you got to pay for these
You know the rap magazines be wack from to the end
BO

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

I never was a 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 you all away from 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 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 money drugs and still be stressed
Look around for conscious rappes yo there none left
I'm holdin it yet I'm holdin up
Waitin for some young to come and sip from the cup
And continue with the menu puttin new in you
I got a question and a lesson I know what you been through
But

South, Bronx
Yo where my at?
South, Bronx

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

The South Bronx, boyeee