Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

Yo up Blastmaster KRS One, this jam is kicking
Word, yo what up
(Yo up Scott La Rock?)
Yo man we just funky fresh jam
I want to tell you a little something us
We're the Boogie Productions crew
And due to the fact that no-one out there knew what time it was
We have to tell you a little story about we we come from

Bronx, the South South Bronx

Many people tell me style is terrific
It is different but let's get specific
KRS-One specialize in
I'll only use this type of style I choose it
Party people in the to be, KRS-One attack
Ya got dropped off MCA the rhymes you wrote was wack
So you think that hip-hop had its out in Queensbridge
If you pop junk up in the Bronx you might not live
you're in

South Bronx, the South South

I came with Scott La Rock to one thing
I am a and others are kings
If that's the they earn, well it's well deserved, but
a crown, see, I still burn
You settle for a pebble not a stone a rebel
KRS-One is the holder of a boulder, folder
You want a fresh let me show ya
Now way back in the days when began
With LaRock, Kool Herc, and then Bam
boys ran to the latest jam
But when it got up they went home and said "Damn
There's got to be a better way to hear our music day
B-boys blown away but coming outside anyway"
They tried again outside in Park
Power a street light made the place dark
But yo, they care, they turned it out
I a few understand what I'm talking about
Bronx River, rolling thick
With DJ Red Alert and Chuck Chillout on the mix
When Afrika Islam was rocking the
And on the other side of was a kid named Flash
Patterson and Millbrook
Casanova all over, ya stop it
The Nine Lives Crew, the Cypress
The real Rock Steady taking out toys
As odd as it looked, as as it seems
I didn't hear a peep from a called Queens
It was to 1980
The dreads in Brooklyn was
You bring out your set with no hip-hop
Because the pistols go
So why you wise up, show all the people in the place that you are wack
Instead of tryna take out LL, you need to take homeboys off the crack
Cause if you don't, well, then their nerves become shot
And that would leave the job up to my own Scott La
And from

Bronx, the South South Bronx

The human TR-808,
The poet, the Blastmaster
The Grand Incredible DJ La Rock
Boogie Productions
for '86, you suckers!