Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

Uh-huh, thought? Uh-huh, we was done?
Uh-huh, whatchu thought? yeah yeah
Whatchu uh, uh, uh
Yo, yo, back again, what's Back again
What's that? come on

A face and skully hat don't make you a thug
A army suit, a pair of don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat don't make you a
A thug is a thug that's hush

A north face and skully hat make you a thug
A suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat make you a thug
A real thug is a that's hush

Yo, yo, yo, check it, it
Let us begin', KRS, again, KRS one did it again
KRS than them, look at them they bit it again
I think my gun gonna start clickin' again

clack, I always spit back
Anybody my name I go get that
In we draggin' 'em out, to a deserted route
The teacher returns, you learn, the word is out

No doubt highly respected, page records
Off the hook, yet connected
Are you yourself, teachin' yourself?
I'm history repeatin' itself

Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Lookin' for my style you can't find it
You can find these others may sound like Kris
But when it comes to the hands don't get down like Kris

They never ran up in the with a hundred thugs
Never had the respect of and bloods
Never knew B.O., they never big pun
They battled MC's, they never bust they gun

They don't know that, all they know is show dat
That's digital audio tape if you know that
Now go and get my name correct
I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck

A doo rag a platinum chain don't you a thug
A fat with chrome don't make you a thug
That tough guy don't make you a thug
A thug is a thug that's hush

A doo rag a platinum chain make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome make you a thug
That guy talk don't make you a thug
A real is a thug that's hush

Word, yeah, uh-huh, yo
Yo, yo, yo hit 'em
mean the world to me? H I P H O P
And S I M, O N E and G O D, I low key

I go down to Hell, and slap up
Then to Heaven, where Scott Larock is waitin'
Resurrection, just like my complexion
When I speak, I don't need protection from the

I walk streets and I'm quick to hit first
Throw on any beat I'll be quick to first
And rip town, I take one look
And all you is, "Get down, get down, get down"

reigns supreme, I stay on blast
That's why rappers want me to go on last
That's the truth, that's the fact, that's the
sex appeal, my tech is real

And my rep is real, KRS
Woo-woop-woop, the sound of EMS
The rag on your head, it stay white
'Cause I can that red in a mintue aight

Now go back and get my name
'Fore I snatch them diamonds from your neck
Once again, get my correct
I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck

A north face and skully hat don't make you a
A suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat make you a thug
A real thug is a that's hush

A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a
A fat with chrome don't make you a thug
That tough guy talk don't you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo
To all my heads who wanna see an
In hip-hop culture, join movement
We need more glocks my man Freddie Fox
The I spit to the click it don't stop

That hardcore Godcore, ready to war
Rock more shock top your pop tour
I'm sure I'll drop the grade to
When the return, I don't chase Deniro

Like yo? Where yo? they livin' in fear yo
It's a jungle sometime, but I got my yo
The album's called attack', that's what it is
KRS-One facts to kids

A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a
tough guy talk don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat don't you a thug
A real thug is a thug hush

A doo rag a platinum chain make you a thug
A north face and skully hat don't make you a
A fat ride with chrome make you a thug
A thug is a thug that's hush