Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx 2002

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel, street

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

Raw rhymes for raw
My albums are underground, but this blessing is all
And when it's tour time, we open more
You need to rethink who you think is the of all time
I got this, I'm raw like Freddie is
Hardcore The LOX is, Ccott La Rock is where Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, underground like shock is
Oh yes, I know the top is
But I'd rather about how crooked some of these cops is

My synopsis pretty
I'd stay, off them plains and, out the city if I you
Do you gotta do
But while you wave flags, remember Amado, Diallo
what we gotta do, follow
I'll put hip-hop in you if hollow
that already filled, still take swallows
Goin' potholes with Tahoes

You don't think, I know? Huh! I'm 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 them on the go
You saw me at the show, oh you don't know?
It's the temple of hip-hop, comin', with a whole different
Yo where them hoes at? I don't
But wherever God at, I'm-a go, I give 'em a rap and a flow
That's why when they call for the show, with no video
We get up and go!

Yo it started at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my heart is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo where it at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

Peep it out while I ya like this
In every single hood in the world I'm Kris
It's the, truth for ya, the proof for ya
My Cristal passes more bars than
The underground sound, this is not found
You don't need no rings to be
This is the platinum and gold
We already had 'em, old

Here's the truth if it be told, 'round
Philosopher style is known to be
If you only holdin' them guns, holdin' your child?
You got to be thinkin' you know that you shrinkin'
When the art of navigation has been reduced to a
the dial! I was free then and I'm free now
You free, to MTV? I don't see how

You know the real the fake, you know they stealin' they cake
You know it ain't the art, it's all about what they make
You the radio's late, you know they play what you hate
That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, to escape
You know the love of the cars and the
Tattooed arms and timbs, are called sins
You know you got to pay for spins
You know the rap magazines be from beginning to the end
Bo!

Yo where it at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my heart is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon let's bring it
(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo it started at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my heart is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon let's it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

I never was a king and I'm not the
I'm a teacher like that reefer goin' straight to your
I'm a preacher to bring my people back from the dead
I'm a leader to keep you all away from the feds
You my I'll be tryin' to get you out of the bed
I'm a philosopher what has got to be said
I don't fill you with lead, I that knowledge instead
this dread, I'll take you from A to Zed

Who am I? a scholar called KRS
You can your money on others but they ain't blessed
You can spend money drugs and still be stressed
Look around for rappers yo there ain't none left
I'm it down, better yet I'm holdin' it up
Waitin' for young buck to come and sip from the cup
And continue with the menu puttin' new in you
I got a question and a lesson 'cause I know what you been
But

Where it at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo where my at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my heart is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
let's bring it back
(South, South, Bronx!)

Yo it started at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my people at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
Yo my heart is at?
(South, South, Bronx!)
C'mon let's it back!
The South, Bronx, boy