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
cause I'm cold of them
Much quicker than them lyrically and my Tribe
be on a like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin the full in em
Splittin and em down while spittin a round
them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them
Get rid of bit of them with them negative idioms
I don't even them
In the new millenium we them
Breeze Deep, and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em
Many battles we been in now we rebuildin them
We blaze, fulfillin them, ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, be stealin them

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

Let's take a walk through Heights
Steppin the city at night, with the ? and two mic
a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs
Head back to Brooklyn in the
Back on the block, I see the everybody clockin
Buckshot, you see the rocks, me I got you shocked
Why You see the recipe
Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my Biggie

[Keith
I'm C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
Where the {niggaz} and the stay paid fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you her a {bitch}
And a rat'll get mad if you call her a
Where the rich emerge, the {niggaz} from the ditch
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's
Yo is for my {niggaz} on the block all day
Who give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put your money on it, yo we fronted
Long Island got some of the best {niggaz} ever done it
From Riverhead to C.I. to to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} through will not stand a chance
From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to
Comin deep from the of hell
I'm dead serious, though you see me smilin
enough to break New York from Long Island

We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus
You see the sight, cookin ox-tail, peas and rice
about 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 sometime y'all get 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, Cam is still the man

[?]
massive, Uptown the borough
Uptown let the ? kali, no
trestle, Uptown of course
I grab you ? they got me turn up to
And if dem turn up North ? hurt no tell de
And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of
And if dem gal are up, well den dem 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 in all de ? crew
And if da gal a ? ? the rainbow
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Priest]
Yo, hit you with the force of an horse
Tear your face off the planet, leavin damaged
back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted
Rock the of the axle, crabs who
Polar bears beneath the sea
be runnin wild like the Lil' Rascals
Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine claws
{motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls
Beatin {motherfuckers} walls, stompin through floors
and down elevator shafts
Searchin for {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic
On stage like a goin mad
WHAT? yeah, sooooooooooooo!

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

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

[Reverand
Aiyyo.. now it
Never try me crimey I'm grimy so don't me
I be Little like your Rascals and stymie to fly that
Buy me keys, to my Benz and my
Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the of my group
(now it up)
Beat to the of the rhyme
I'm givin up a dime, there go line you figured
drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was
Never that {nigga}
If you really wanna 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 boroughs of death, we rep to
Step aside little {niggaz}, time yep
goin down the moment we inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you the M.O., it gets real
the five boroughs of death, we rep to death
Step aside {niggaz}, show time yep
It's goin down the moment we the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you the M.O., it gets hot