Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Strength
5 of death we rep to death
Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx..

We hit em and get em, we em and jig em
we em and kick em
Flippin them and I'm wing-clippin them lip
cause I'm cold sick of
Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my
be on a like Tip and them
On every avenue the full clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down spittin a round
into them soundclash see winnin them, just them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them idioms
I don't even consider
In the new we killin them
Breeze Deep, Kenny and and them, KRS-One we thrillin em
battles we been in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, and them
We styles, other be stealin them

You got a rise in your rolodex, who flow is next?
Comin out to with the best, put it in your chest
it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see
if you can hold breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to my {shit} and keep it comin
bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out
How of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse

Let's take a walk through Heights
Steppin through the city at night, the ? and two mic
Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five
back to Brooklyn in the Expo
Back on the block, I see the cops everybody
Buckshot, you see the rocks, me I got you shocked
Why You see the recipe
Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga}

[Keith
I'm C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
Where the {niggaz} and the stay paid fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you her a {bitch}
And a rat'll get mad if you call her a
Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the all day
Who give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put money on it, yo we never fronted
Long Island got some of the {niggaz} that ever done it
Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin will not stand a chance
From Roosevelt to to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin from the depths of hell
I'm serious, even though you see me smilin
Rough enough to break New York from Island

We destroy {niggaz}, advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus Christ
You should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, and rice
Makin a G a night, they can't read or write
But I got every and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the light
But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy
But those with a tiny they get whiny whiny
So your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is the man

[?]
massive, Uptown the borough
Uptown let the ? kali, no
Uptown trestle, of course
I grab you ? they got me turn up to
And if dem turn up ? hurt no tell de boss
And if dem tell me off dey are a of ghosts
And if dem gal are up, den dem know da gal are boss
De rap dancehall try on de
And if dem tie me off, dem can me Cedro
I put a rap to in all de ? crew
And if da gal a bitch ? ? the
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Priest]
Yo, hit you with the force of an iron
Tear your face off the planet, one-third damaged
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains
Rock the earth of the axle, who
Polar bears beneath the sea
Thoughts be runnin wild the Lil' Rascals
Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch
Chasin {motherfuckers} malls, and clash in halls
Beatin {motherfuckers} walls, stompin through floors
and jumpin down elevator
Searchin for {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in bags
On like a savage goin mad
WHAT? yeah, sooooooooooooo!

Yeah, by all means you you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep
Take your party, slamdance witcha hood
Took your back to the projects with us
Then sent her {ass} back on the home
Satisfied, she learned the words to my thug
See we one big borough of Dons with
And we use those, til the man act
other he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed to do?
Shots whistle, damn near dat
get pissed at

From the, tip of my Timbs, to my
The hostile, english, Olde E
Get PCP fiends, jumpin off
And if you had the balls, be walkin off stiff
My paragraph alone is worth five (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six (uh-huh)
And you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your snipe
and tell you {fuck you} and that {bitch} on bike
City!!

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
try me crimey I'm grimy so don't deny me
I be Little like your and stymie to fly that hiney
Buy me keys, to my and my Coupe
Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the of my group
(now it up)
Beat to the of the rhyme
I'm givin up a dime, there go another line you
Never drivin by nine, never givin up a if you was
Never been that
If you really wanna test me, don't stress me
Or you just be
It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother just me
and that's my colon

The five boroughs of death, we rep to
Step aside {niggaz}, show time yep
It's goin down the moment we inside the
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it real
when the boroughs of death, we rep to death
Step aside little {niggaz}, time yep
It's goin down the moment we inside the
Let's rock'n'roll, you the M.O., it gets hot