Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

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

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

A north face and 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 that's hush

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

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

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

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

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

They don't know that, all they know is show dat
That's digital audio tape if you don't that
Now go back and get my 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
tough guy talk don't make you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's

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

I walk streets and I'm quick to hit first
on any beat I'll be quick to spit first
And rip town, I take one around
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, the fact, that's the deal
Forget sex appeal, my is real

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

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

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

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

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

That Godcore, ready to start war
more shock more top your pop tour
I'm sure drop the grade to zero
When the teacher return, I chase Deniro

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

A suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug
That tough guy talk don't make you a
An ill mug and a gat 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 face and skully hat don't make you a thug
A fat ride chrome don't make you a thug
A real is a thug that's hush