Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

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

We hit em and get em, we em and jig em
we pick em and em
Flippin them and I'm wing-clippin them lip
cause I'm sick of them
Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my
be on a like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin the full in em
Splittin and em down while spittin a round
them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative
I don't consider them
In the new millenium we killin
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, we thrillin em
Many we been in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and
We originate styles, be stealin them

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

Let's a walk through Crown Heights
Steppin through the at night, with the ? and two mic
Form a lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs
back to Brooklyn in the Expo
Back on the block, I see the everybody clockin
Buckshot, you see the rocks, me I got you shocked
Why not? You see the
Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my Biggie

Murray]
I'm from C-I, L-I,
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you her a {bitch}
And a get mad if you call her a snitch
Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} the ditch
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, herbs
Yo this is for my on the block all day
Who don't give a {fuck} for crime to pay
Put your money on it, yo we fronted
Long Island got some of the {niggaz} that ever done it
From Riverhead to C.I. to to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin through will not stand a
Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin deep the depths of hell
I'm serious, even though you see me smilin
Rough to break New York from Long Island

We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus
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 creed and type, you need a dyke, I see the light
But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy
But those with a tiny they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, Harlem World, the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Cam is still the man

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

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

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

From the, tip of my Timbs, to my
The hostile, english, Olde E
Get PCP fiends, off cliffs
And if you had the balls, you'd be off stiff
My paragraph is worth five mics (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, that's mics (uh-huh)
And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I 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 Rascals and stymie to fly that
Buy me keys, to my and my Coupe
Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my
(now it up)
to the rhythm of the rhyme
I'm givin up a dime, there go another you figured
Never drivin by nine, never up a dime if you was
been that {nigga}
If you wanna test me, brother don't stress me
Or you be bowlin
Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's just me
and that's my colon

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