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 albums are underground, but this blessing is all
And when it's tour time, we open minds
You to rethink 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 rhyme about how crooked some of these cops is
My synopsis pretty
I'd stay, off them plains and, out the if I were you
Do what you do
But while you wave them flags, remember Amadou
Here's we gotta do, follow
I'll put hip-hop in you if hollow
Those that already filled, take swallows
over potholes with Tahoes
You don't think +I+ know? Huh! I'm 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 them on the go
You just saw me at the oh you don't know?
the Temple of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole different flow
Yo them hoes at? I don't know
But God at, I'ma go
I give 'em a rap and a flow
That's why when they call back for the show, with no
We get up and go

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

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

Peep it out while I tell ya like
In every single hood in the I'm called Kris
It's the, truth for ya, the proof for ya
My Cristal passes more than lawyers
The underground sound, this is not found
You need no rings to be down
This is, past the and gold
We had 'em, it's old
Here's the truth if it be told, 'round
Philosopher style is known to be
If you only holdin them guns, who's holdin your
You got to be thinkin you know 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, runnin to I don't see how
You know the real from the fake, you know they stealin they
You know it about the art, it's all about what they make
You know the radio's late, you know they what you hate
why you got that Kay Slay tape, tryin to escape
You know the of the cars and the rims
Tattooed arms and Timbs, are also called
You you got to pay for these spins
You know the rap magazines be wack beginning to the end
BO

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

I never was a and I'm not the Pres
I'm a teacher that reefer goin straight to your head
I'm a preacher to bring my people 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 philospher sayin has got to be said
I don't you with 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 your money on but they ain't blessed
You can spend your money drugs and still be
Look around for conscious rappes yo ain't none left
I'm holdin it downbetter yet I'm up
Waitin for some young buck to come and sip the cup
And continue with the puttin new knowledge in you
I got a question and a lesson I know what you been through
But

South, Bronx
Yo my people at?
South, Bronx

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

The South South Bronx,