Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel street

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

Raw for raw times
My are underground, but this blessing is all mine
And when it's tour time, we open more
You need to rethink who you is the "Greatest of All Time"
I got -- I'm raw like Freddie Foxxx is
Hardcore like The LOX is, Scott LaRock is Tupac is
Where is, Digital-ly Underground like Shock is
Oh yes -- I know the top is
But I'd rather rhyme about how crooked of these cops is
My ain't pretty
I'd stay, off them and, out the city if I were you
Do you gotta do
But you wave them flags, remember Amadou Diallo
what we gotta do, follow
I'll put hip-hop in you if hollow
Those that already filled, take swallows
Goin over potholes with
You don't think +I+ know? Huh! I'm lookin at you 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 saw me at the show oh you don't know?
the Temple of Hip-Hop, comin, with a whole different flow
Yo where them hoes at? I know
But God at, I'ma go
I 'em a hard rap and a flow
That's why when they call back for the show, with no
We get up and go

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

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

Peep it out while I ya like this
In single hood in the world I'm called Kris
the, truth for ya, it's the proof for ya
My Cristal passes more bars than
The underground sound, is not easily found
You need no rings to be down
This is, the platinum and gold
We had 'em, it's old
the truth if it be told, gather 'round
Philosopher style is known to be
If you only holdin them guns, who's holdin child?
You got to be you know that you shrinkin
When the art of Navigation has been to a Lincoln
Change the dial! I was free and I'm free now
You free, to MTV? I don't see how
You know the real from the fake, you they stealin they cake
You know it ain't about the art, it's all about what make
You know the late, you know they play what you hate
That's why you got that Kay Slay tape, to escape
You the love of the cars and the rims
arms and Timbs, are also called sins
You know you got to pay for these
You the rap magazines be wack from beginning to the end
BO

South South,
Yo my people at?
South, Bronx
Yo my heart is at?
South South,
let's bring it back
South South,

I never was a and I'm not the Pres
I'm a teacher like that reefer goin to your head
I'm a preacher tryin to my people back from the dead
I'm a tryin to keep you all away from the feds
You my sister be tryin to get you out of the bed
I'm a philospher what has got to be said
I don't fill you with lead, I that knowledge instead
Follow dread, I'll take you from A to Zed
Who am I? Just a scholar K-R-S
You can spend your money on but they ain't blessed
You can spend your money drugs and still be
Look around for conscious rappes yo ain't none left
I'm holdin it yet I'm holdin up
Waitin for some buck to come and sip from the cup
And continue with the menu new knowledge in you
I got a question and a cause I know what you been through
But

South, Bronx
Yo my people at?
South, Bronx

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

The South Bronx, boyeee