Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

This what you call hardcore, fat 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 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 like Freddie is
like The LOX is, Scott LaRock is where Tupac is
Where is, Digital-ly 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 pretty
I'd stay, off plains and, out the city if I were you
Do what you do
But while you wave them flags, remember Diallo
Here's what we gotta do,
put hip-hop in you if you're hollow
Those that already filled, take swallows
Goin over potholes Tahoes
You don't +I+ know? Huh! I'm lookin 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 of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole different flow
Yo where them at? I don't know
But wherever God at, go
I 'em a hard rap and a flow
That's why when they call back for the show, no video
We get up and go

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

South, Bronx
Yo where my at?
South, Bronx
Yo my heart is at?
South South,
C'mon let's 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 sound, this is not easily found
You don't need no to be down
This is, the platinum and gold
We had 'em, it's old
Here's the if it be told, gather 'round
style is known to be wild
If you holdin them guns, who's holdin your child?
You got to be thinkin you that you shrinkin
When the art of has been reduced to a Lincoln
Change the dial! I was then and I'm free now
You free, runnin to MTV? I see how
You know the real from the fake, you know they stealin cake
You it ain't about the art, it's all about what they make
You know the radio's late, you they play what you hate
That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, to escape
You know the love of the cars and the
arms and Timbs, are also called sins
You you got to pay for these spins
You know the rap magazines be wack beginning to the end
BO

South South,
Yo where my at?
South South,
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 reefer straight to your head
I'm a preacher tryin to bring my back from the dead
I'm a leader tryin to keep you all away from the
You my sister I'll be to get you out of the bed
I'm a sayin what has got to be said
I don't fill you lead, I bring that knowledge instead
Follow this dread, take you from A to Zed
Who am I? Just a called K-R-S
You can spend your money on but they ain't blessed
You can spend your money drugs and still be
Look for conscious rappes yo there ain't none left
I'm it downbetter yet I'm holdin up
for some young buck to come and sip from the cup
And continue the menu puttin new knowledge in you
I got a question and a cause I know what you been through
But

South South,
Yo where my at?
South, Bronx

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

The South Bronx, boyeee