Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Boroughs

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

We hit em and get em, we em and jig em
we pick em and em
Flippin them whip and I'm wing-clippin lip
I'm cold sick of them
Much quicker than them trickin and my Tribe
be on a Quest like Tip and
On every avenue the full clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a
into them soundclash see winnin them, begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative
I don't consider them
In the new millenium we killin
Breeze Deep, Kenny and 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 styles, other be stealin them

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

Let's take a walk Crown Heights
Steppin through the city at night, the ? and two mic
a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs
Head back to in the Expo
on the block, I see the cops everybody clockin
Buckshot, you see the rocks, me I got you shocked
Why not? You see the
Buckshot, I represent and my {nigga} Biggie

Murray]
I'm from C-I, L-I,
Where the {niggaz} and the stay paid fly and high
Where a get mad if you call her a {bitch}
And a rat'll get mad if you call her a
Where the emerge, with the {niggaz} from the ditch
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, herbs
Yo is for my {niggaz} 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 some of the best {niggaz} that ever it
From Riverhead to C.I. to to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} through will not stand a chance
From Roosevelt to Freeport to to Uniondale
Comin deep the depths of hell
I'm dead serious, even you see me smilin
Rough to break New York from Long Island

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

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massive, Uptown the borough
Uptown let the ? kali, no
Uptown trestle, of course
I you ? they got me turn up to North
And if dem turn up North ? hurt no tell de
And if dem tell me off dey are a of ghosts
And if dem gal are up, den dem know 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 with the of an iron horse
your face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains
the earth of the axle, crabs who
Polar bears the sea gravel
Thoughts be runnin wild like the Lil'
Puttin dinosaurs inside of fours, rip you with nine inch claws
Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in
Beatin {motherfuckers} walls, stompin through floors
and jumpin down elevator
Searchin for they {ass}, low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic
On like a savage goin mad
WHAT? yeah, sooooooooooooo!

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

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

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

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