Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel street

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

Raw for raw times
My are underground, but this 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 -- I'm raw like Freddie Foxxx is
Hardcore like The LOX is, Scott is where 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 plains 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 already filled, take swallows
Goin potholes with Tahoes
You don't think +I+ Huh! I'm lookin at you right now
You dancin in the club, you in your car, sittin down
You in the crib, on the low
You got them 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 hoes at? I don't know
But wherever God at, go
I give 'em a hard rap and a
That's why when call back for the show, with no video
We get up and go

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

South, Bronx
Yo my people at?
South South,
Yo my heart is at?
South, Bronx
C'mon bring it back
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 passes more bars than lawyers
The underground sound, this is not found
You don't need no rings to be
This is, the platinum and gold
We already had 'em, old
Here's the truth if it be told, 'round
style is known to be wild
If you only them guns, who's holdin your child?
You got to be you know that you shrinkin
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 the fake, you know they stealin they cake
You know it ain't about the art, it's all about what they
You know the radio's late, you know they what you hate
That's why you got Kay Slay tape, tryin to escape
You know the love of the cars and the
Tattooed arms and Timbs, are also sins
You know you got to pay for spins
You know the rap magazines be wack beginning to the end
BO

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

I was a king and I'm not the Pres
I'm a teacher like that reefer goin straight to head
I'm a preacher tryin to bring my people back from the
I'm a leader tryin to keep you all from the feds
You my sister be tryin to get you out of the bed
I'm a sayin what has got to be said
I don't fill you with lead, I bring that knowledge
this dread, I'll take you from A to Zed
Who am I? Just a scholar called
You can spend money on others but they ain't blessed
You can spend your money drugs and be stressed
Look around for conscious yo there ain't none left
I'm holdin it yet I'm holdin up
Waitin for some young 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 it started at?
South, Bronx
Yo my people at?
South South,
Yo where my is at?
South South,
C'mon bring it back
South South,

The South South Bronx,