Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

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

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

A north face and 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 make you a thug
A real thug is a thug hush

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A doo rag a platinum chain don't you a thug
A fat with chrome don't make you a thug
That tough guy talk don't you a thug
A real thug is a thug 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 like my brown
When I speak, I don't need protection from the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A army suit, a pair of don't make you a thug
That tough guy talk make 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 make you a
A north face and skully hat make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't you a thug
A thug is a thug that's hush