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, Bronx
C'mon let's 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 minds
You need to rethink who you is the "Greatest of All Time"
I got this -- I'm raw Freddie Foxxx is
Hardcore like The LOX is, Scott LaRock is Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, Digital-ly Underground Shock is
Oh yes -- I where the top is
But I'd rhyme about how crooked some of these cops is
My synopsis ain't
I'd stay, off plains and, out the city if I were you
Do what you do
But while you them flags, remember Amadou Diallo
Here's what we do, follow
I'll put hip-hop in you if you're
Those that already filled, still take
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 show oh you know?
It's the Temple of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole different
Yo them hoes at? I don't know
But wherever God at, go
I 'em a hard rap and a flow
That's why they call back for the show, with no video
We get up and go

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 South,

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

Peep it out I tell ya like this
In every single hood in the I'm called Kris
It's the, 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
This is, past the platinum and
We had 'em, it's old
Here's the if it be told, gather 'round
style is known 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 been to a Lincoln
the dial! I was free then and I'm free now
You free, runnin to I don't see how
You know the real from the fake, you know they stealin cake
You know it ain't 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 of the cars and the rims
Tattooed and Timbs, are also called sins
You you got to pay for these spins
You the rap magazines be wack from beginning to the end
BO

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

I never was a and I'm not the Pres
I'm a teacher like reefer goin straight to your head
I'm a preacher tryin to my people back from the dead
I'm a leader tryin to keep you all away 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 you with lead, I bring that knowledge instead
Follow this dread, take you from A to Zed
Who am I? Just a scholar called
You can spend your money on others but ain't blessed
You can spend your drugs and still be stressed
Look around for conscious rappes yo there none left
I'm holdin it downbetter yet I'm up
for some young buck to come and sip from the cup
And continue with the menu new knowledge in you
I got a and a lesson cause I know what you been through
But

South, Bronx
Yo my people at?
South South,

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

The South Bronx, boyeee