Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx 2002

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel, gospel

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

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

My ain't pretty
I'd stay, off them and, out the city if I were you
Do what you do
But while you wave flags, remember Amado, Diallo
Here's we gotta do, follow
I'll put in you if you're hollow
Those that already filled, still swallows
over potholes with Tahoes

You think, I know? Huh! I'm lookin' at you right now
You ain't dancin' in the club, you in your car, sittin'
You in the crib, on the low, you got them on the go
You just saw me at the show, oh you don't
the temple of hip-hop, comin', with a whole different flow
Yo where them at? I don't know
But wherever God at, go, I give 'em a hard rap and a flow
That's why when they call back for the show, no video
We get up and go!

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

it out while I tell ya like this
In single hood in the world I'm called Kris
It's the, for ya, it's the proof for ya
My Cristal passes more than lawyers
The underground sound, is not easily found
You don't need no to be down
is past 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, who's holdin' child?
You got to be you know that thinkin' you shrinkin'
the art of navigation has been reduced to a Lincoln
Change the dial! I was then and I'm free now
You free, runnin' to MTV? I see how

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

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

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

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

it started at?
(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!)

Yo 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!
The South, Bronx, boy