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, what's that? again
What's Word come on

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

Yo, yo, yo, it, check 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a
A fat ride with chrome make you a thug
That tough guy talk 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 Scott Larock is
Resurrection, just like my brown
When I speak, I don't need from the heat

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

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

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

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

A face and skully hat don't make 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 that's

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

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

That Godcore, ready to start war
Rock more shock top your pop tour
I'm sure I'll drop the to zero
the teacher return, I don't chase Deniro

Like yo? Where yo? they livin' in fear yo
It's a sometime, but I got my spear yo
The called 'Sneak attack', that's what it is
KRS-One facts to kids

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

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