Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

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

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

A face 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 don't you a thug
A thug is a thug that's hush

Yo, yo, yo, it, check it
Let us begin', KRS, again, KRS one did it again
KRS bigger than them, look at 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 draggin' 'em out, to a route
The teacher returns, you learn, the word is out

No doubt highly respected, front records
Off the hook, yet connected
Are you yourself, teachin' yourself?
I'm like repeatin' itself

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

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

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

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

A doo rag a platinum don't make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome make you a thug
That tough guy talk don't make you a
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 to Hell, and slap up Satan
Then to Heaven, where Scott Larock is waitin'
Resurrection, just like my brown
When I speak, I don't protection from the heat

I walk these streets and I'm quick to hit
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 rappers want me to go on
That's the truth, that's the fact, that's the
sex appeal, my tech is real

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo
To all my heads who see an improvement
In hip-hop culture, join this
We need more glocks than my man Fox
The knowledge I spit to the click it stop

hardcore Godcore, ready to start war
Rock more shock top your pop tour
I'm I'll drop the grade to zero
the teacher return, I don't chase Deniro

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

A suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug
That tough guy talk don't you a thug
An ill mug and a gat don't make you a
A real thug is a thug that's

A doo rag a platinum chain don't 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 that's