Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum
5 Boroughs of death we rep to
Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx..

We hit em and get em, we em and jig em
we em and kick em
Flippin them and I'm wing-clippin them lip
cause I'm cold of them
Much quicker them lyrically trickin and my Tribe
be on a like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin the full in em
Splittin and strippin em down spittin a round
into them soundclash see winnin them, begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them them negative idioms
I don't consider them
In the new millenium we them
Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em
Many battles we been in them now we them
We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, and them
We originate styles, be stealin them

You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is
Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your
Inhale it and hold that, it out when I say let go; let's see
if you can your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my and keep it comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your out
How of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse

Let's a walk through Crown Heights
Steppin through the at night, with the ? and two mic
Form a little mob, and stomp through the five boroughs
Head to Brooklyn in the Expo
on the block, I see the cops everybody clockin
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you
Why not? You see the
Buckshot, I Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie

Murray]
I'm from C-I, L-I,
Where the and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you her a {bitch}
And a get mad if you call her a snitch
Where the rich emerge, with the from the ditch
And a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's herbs
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the all day
Who don't give a {fuck} waitin for to pay
Put your on it, yo we never fronted
Long Island got some of the {niggaz} that ever done it
Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin will not stand a chance
From Roosevelt to to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin deep from the of hell
I'm dead serious, though you see me smilin
Rough enough to New York from Long Island

We {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus Christ
You see the sight, cookin ox-tail, peas and rice
Makin about a G a night, they can't or write
But I got every and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the light
But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy
But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny
So guard girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son
fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man

[?]
Uptown massive, the borough
Uptown let the ? kali, no
trestle, Uptown of course
I grab you ? got me turn up to North
And if dem up North ? hurt no tell de boss
And if dem tell me off dey are a of ghosts
And if dem gal are up, well den dem da gal are boss
De rap try on de Mossinos
And if dem tie me off, dem can me Cedro
I put a rap to in all de ? crew
And if da gal a ? ? the rainbow
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

[Killah
Yo, hit you with the force of an horse
Tear your off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha back the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted
Rock the earth of the axle, who
bears beneath the sea gravel
Thoughts be runnin wild like the Lil'
Puttin inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws
Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin floors
and down elevator shafts
for they {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, their hands up in plastic bags
On like a savage goin mad
Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo!

Yeah, by all means you you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep
Take over your party, witcha hood
Took your ladies back to the with us
Then sent her back on the Q-train home
Satisfied, she learned the to my thug song
See we one big borough of with firearms
And we use those, til the man act
other than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} I'm 'sposed to do?
Shots whistle, damn near dat
get pissed at

From the, tip of my Timbs, to my
The hostile, english, Olde E
Get PCP fiends, jumpin off
And if you had the balls, you'd be off stiff
My alone is worth five mics (uh-huh)
A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six (uh-huh)
And while you win Un (uh-huh) I spit on your snipe
and tell you {fuck you} and that {bitch} on bike
City!!

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
Never try me crimey I'm grimy so don't me
I be Little like Rascals and stymie to fly that hiney
Buy me keys, to my Benz and my
Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my
(now it up)
Beat to the of the rhyme
I'm givin up a dime, go another line you figured
Never by nine, never givin up a dime if you was
Never been that
If you really wanna test me, don't stress me
Or you be bowlin
It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother just me
and just my colon

The five boroughs of death, we rep to
Step little {niggaz}, show time yep
It's down the moment we inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it real
when the five boroughs of death, we rep to
Step aside little {niggaz}, show yep
It's goin down the moment we inside the
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it hot