Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

Uh-huh, thought? Uh-huh, we was done?
Uh-huh, whatchu thought? yeah yeah
thought? uh, uh, uh
Yo, yo, back again, that? Back again
What's Word come on

A north face and skully hat don't you a thug
A army suit, a of timbs don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat don't you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's

A north face and skully hat don't you a thug
A army suit, a of timbs don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat don't make you a
A real thug is a thug hush

Yo, yo, yo, check it, it
Let us begin', KRS, again, KRS one did it again
KRS bigger them, look at them they bit it again
I think my gun just gonna start again

clack, I always spit back
Anybody call my I go get that
In fact we 'em out, to a deserted route
The teacher returns, you must learn, the is out

No doubt highly respected, page records
Off the hook, yet still
Are you yourself, teachin' yourself?
I'm like history repeatin'

Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Lookin' for my style you can't find it
You can find these others that may like Kris
But when it comes to the hands they don't get like Kris

never ran up in the clubs with a hundred thugs
Never had the respect of crips and
Never knew B.O., they knew big pun
They never battled MC's, never bust they gun

don't know that, all they know is that show dat
That's digital audio tape if you don't that
Now go back and get my correct
'Fore I that platinum from 'round your neck

A doo rag a platinum chain don't you a thug
A fat with chrome don't make you a thug
That guy talk don't make you a thug
A real thug is a that's hush

A doo rag a platinum chain make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't make you a
tough guy talk don't make you a thug
A real is a thug that's hush

Word, yeah, uh-huh, yo
Yo, yo, yo hit 'em
mean the world to me? H I P H O P
And S I M, O N E and G O D, I low key

I go to Hell, and slap up Satan
Then return to Heaven, where Larock is waitin'
Resurrection, like my brown complexion
When I speak, I don't need protection from the

I walk these streets and I'm to hit first
Throw on any beat I'll be quick to first
And rip town, I one look around
And all you is, "Get down, get down, get down"

Knowledge supreme, I stay on blast
why these rappers want me to go on last
That's the truth, that's the fact, the deal
Forget sex appeal, my is real

And my rep is real, KRS
Woo-woop-woop, that's the of EMS
The rag on your head, it best white
I can turn that red in a mintue aight

Now go back and get my correct
'Fore I snatch them diamonds 'round your neck
Once again, get my name
'Fore I snatch that platinum from your neck

A north and skully hat don't make you a thug
A suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat make you a thug
A real thug is a that's hush

A doo rag a platinum don't make you a thug
A fat with chrome don't make you a thug
tough guy talk don't make you a thug
A real thug is a that's hush

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo
To all my heads who see an improvement
In culture, join this movement
We need more than my man Freddie Fox
The knowledge I spit to the click it don't

That hardcore Godcore, to start war
more shock more top your pop tour
I'm sure I'll the grade to zero
When the return, I don't chase Deniro

where yo? Where yo? they livin' in fear yo
It's a sometime, but I got my spear yo
The album's called 'Sneak attack', that's it is
spittin' facts to kids

A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a
tough guy talk don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat don't make you a
A real is a thug that's hush

A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a
A north face and skully hat make you a thug
A fat with chrome don't make you a thug
A thug is a thug that's hush