Luyện nghe bài hát South Bronx

This what you call hardcore, fat gospel gospel

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

Raw rhymes for raw
My albums are underground, but this blessing is all
And when it's tour time, we open minds
You need to rethink who you is the "Greatest of All Time"
I got this -- I'm raw like Freddie is
like The LOX is, Scott LaRock is where Tupac is
Where hip-hop is, Digital-ly like Shock is
Oh yes -- I where the top is
But I'd rather rhyme about how crooked some of cops is
My synopsis pretty
I'd stay, off them plains and, out the if I were you
Do you gotta do
But while you them flags, remember Amadou Diallo
Here's what we do, follow
I'll put hip-hop in you if you're
Those that already filled, take swallows
over potholes with Tahoes
You don't think +I+ know? Huh! I'm lookin at you now
You ain't dancin in the club, you in your car, down
You in the crib, on the low
You got headsets 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 them hoes at? I don't know
But God at, I'ma go
I give 'em a 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,
Yo my people at?
South South,
Yo where my is at?
South, Bronx
C'mon let's bring it
South South,

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

Peep it out while I tell ya like
In every single hood in the world I'm Kris
It's the, for ya, it's the proof for ya
My passes more bars than lawyers
The underground sound, this is not found
You don't need no to be down
This is, past the platinum and
We had 'em, it's old
Here's the truth if it be told, gather
Philosopher is known to be wild
If you only holdin guns, who's holdin your child?
You got to be thinkin you know that you
When the art of Navigation has reduced to a Lincoln
Change the dial! I was free then and I'm now
You free, runnin to MTV? I 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 what they make
You know the radio's late, you know they play what you
That's why you got that Kay tape, tryin to escape
You know the love of the cars and the
Tattooed arms and Timbs, are also called
You you got to pay for these spins
You know the rap magazines be from beginning to the end
BO

South, Bronx
Yo my people at?
South, Bronx
Yo where my is at?
South, Bronx
C'mon bring it back
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 tryin to my people back from the dead
I'm a leader to keep you all away from the feds
You my sister I'll be to get you out of the bed
I'm a philospher what has got to be said
I fill you with lead, I bring that knowledge instead
Follow this dread, I'll you from A to Zed
Who am I? Just a scholar called
You can spend your money on others but ain't blessed
You can your money drugs and still be stressed
Look around for conscious rappes yo there ain't left
I'm it downbetter yet I'm holdin up
Waitin for some buck to come and sip from the cup
And continue with the puttin new knowledge in you
I got a question and a lesson cause I what you been through
But

South South,
Yo where my at?
South South,

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

The South Bronx, boyeee