Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

This you call hardcore, fat gospel street gospel

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

Raw rhymes for raw
My albums are underground, but blessing 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
Hardcore like The LOX is, Scott LaRock is Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, Digital-ly Underground like is
Oh yes -- I know the top is
But I'd rather rhyme about how crooked 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 them flags, Amadou Diallo
what we gotta do, follow
I'll put in you if you're hollow
Those that already filled, still swallows
Goin over potholes with
You don't think +I+ 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 just saw me at the show oh you don't
It's the Temple of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole different
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, with no
We get up and go

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

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

Peep it out while I tell ya like
In every single hood in the world I'm Kris
the, truth for ya, it's the proof for ya
My Cristal passes bars than lawyers
The underground sound, is not easily 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 is known to be wild
If you only holdin them guns, who's holdin your
You got to be thinkin you that you shrinkin
When the art of Navigation has been to a Lincoln
the dial! I was free then and I'm free now
You free, runnin to MTV? I see how
You know the real the fake, you know they stealin they cake
You know it ain't about the art, all about what they make
You know the radio's late, you know they play you hate
why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin to escape
You know the of the cars and the rims
arms and Timbs, are also called sins
You know you got to pay for these
You the rap magazines be wack from beginning to the end
BO

South, Bronx
Yo my people at?
South South,
Yo my heart is at?
South South,
C'mon let's it back
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 tryin to bring my people back from the dead
I'm a leader tryin to keep you all away the feds
You my I'll be tryin to get you out of the bed
I'm a philospher sayin has got to be said
I don't fill you with lead, I bring that knowledge
Follow this dread, I'll you from A to Zed
Who am I? Just a scholar called
You can spend your money on others but they ain't
You can spend your drugs and still be stressed
Look around for conscious rappes yo there ain't left
I'm holdin it yet I'm holdin up
Waitin for young buck to come and sip from the cup
And continue with the menu new knowledge in you
I got a question and a lesson cause I know you been through
But

South, Bronx
Yo where my at?
South South,

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

The South South Bronx,