Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

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

We hit em and get em, we em and jig em
we em and kick em
them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip
cause I'm sick of them
Much quicker them lyrically trickin and my Tribe
be on a Quest Tip and them
On every puttin the full clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down spittin a round
into them soundclash see them, just begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of with them negative idioms
I don't even consider
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, other be them

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

Let's take a walk through Crown
Steppin the city at night, with the ? and two mic
a little lynch 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 You see the recipe
Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga}

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

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

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

[Killah
Yo, hit you the force of an iron horse
Tear face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin slanted
the earth of the axle, crabs who
Polar beneath the sea gravel
be runnin wild like the Lil' Rascals
Puttin dinosaurs inside of fours, rip you with nine inch claws
Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and in halls
{motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through floors
and jumpin down shafts
Searchin for {ass}, stayin low in the grass
a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic bags
On like a savage goin mad
Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo!

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

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

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

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