Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

This you call hardcore, fat gospel street gospel

South, Bronx
Yo where my at?
South, Bronx
Yo my heart is at?
South, Bronx
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 need to who you think is the "Greatest of All Time"
I got -- I'm raw like Freddie Foxxx is
like The LOX is, Scott LaRock is where Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, Digital-ly like Shock is
Oh yes -- I where the top is
But I'd rather rhyme about how crooked some of cops is
My ain't pretty
I'd stay, off them plains and, out the city if I you
Do what you do
But while you wave them flags, 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 with Tahoes
You don't think +I+ Huh! I'm lookin at you right now
You ain't dancin in the club, you in your car, down
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 of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole different flow
Yo where them hoes at? I know
But wherever God at, go
I give 'em a hard rap and a
That's why when they call back for the show, no video
We get up and go

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,

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

Peep it out I tell ya like this
In every single hood in the world I'm called
It's the, truth for ya, it's the for ya
My Cristal passes bars than lawyers
The underground sound, is not easily found
You don't no rings to be down
This is, past the platinum and
We already had 'em, old
Here's the if it be told, gather 'round
Philosopher is known to be wild
If you only holdin guns, who's holdin your child?
You got to be you know 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 I don't see how
You know the real from the fake, you they stealin they cake
You know it ain't about the art, it's all about 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
Tattooed arms and Timbs, are also called
You you got to pay for these spins
You know the rap magazines be wack from to the end
BO

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

I never was a king and I'm not the
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 you all away from the feds
You my sister be tryin to get you out of the bed
I'm a philospher sayin what has got to be
I don't fill you lead, I bring that knowledge instead
Follow this dread, I'll take you A to Zed
Who am I? Just a scholar called
You can spend money on others but they ain't blessed
You can spend money drugs and still be stressed
Look around for conscious yo there ain't none left
I'm holdin it yet I'm holdin up
Waitin for some 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 my people 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 South,

The South Bronx, boyeee