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? Word on

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

A north face and skully hat 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 thug hush

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

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

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

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

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

They know that, all they know is that show dat
That's digital audio tape if you know that
Now go and get my name correct
'Fore I that platinum from 'round your neck

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

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

Word, yeah, uh-huh, yo
Yo, yo, yo hit 'em
What mean the 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 like my brown
When I speak, I don't need protection from the

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

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

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

A north and skully hat don't make you a thug
A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a
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 you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't you a thug
That 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 I spit to the click it don't stop

hardcore Godcore, ready to start war
Rock more shock more top your pop
I'm sure I'll the grade to zero
When the teacher return, I chase Deniro

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

A army suit, a pair of timbs 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 chain don't make you a thug
A north face and skully hat don't make you a
A fat ride with chrome don't make you a
A real thug is a thug hush