Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

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

A north face and skully hat make you a thug
A army suit, a pair of timbs make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat make you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A doo rag a chain don't make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome 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
What 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
return to Heaven, where Scott Larock is waitin'
Resurrection, just my brown complexion
When I speak, I don't need protection the heat

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

reigns supreme, I stay on blast
That's why these want 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 and get my name correct
'Fore I snatch diamonds from 'round your neck
Once again, get my name
'Fore I snatch that platinum from your neck

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

A doo rag a platinum chain make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't make you a
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 hip-hop culture, join movement
We need more glocks than my man Fox
The knowledge I to the click it don't stop

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

Like where yo? yo? they livin' in fear yo
a jungle sometime, but I got my spear yo
The album's called attack', that's 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 you a thug
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 north face and hat don't make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't you a thug
A real thug is a thug hush