Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

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

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

A north face and skully hat 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 hush

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

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

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

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

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

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

A doo rag a platinum don't make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't make you a
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 you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't make you a
That tough guy talk don't you a thug
A real thug is a thug 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 down to Hell, and up Satan
Then return to Heaven, where Larock is waitin'
Resurrection, just my brown complexion
When I speak, I don't need protection the heat

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

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

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 and get my name correct
'Fore I snatch them diamonds from 'round 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 suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat don't you a thug
A real thug is a that's hush

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

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

That hardcore Godcore, ready to war
Rock more shock more top pop tour
I'm sure I'll drop the grade to
When the teacher return, I don't chase

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

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

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