Luyện nghe bài hát Hush

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

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

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 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 them they bit it
I think my gun just gonna clickin' again

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

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

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

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

They don't know that, all 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 'round your neck

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 make you a
A real is a thug that's hush

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

Word, yeah, uh-huh, yo
Yo, yo, yo hit 'em
mean 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
Then return to Heaven, where Larock is waitin'
Resurrection, just like my complexion
When I speak, I don't need from the heat

I walk streets and I'm quick to hit first
Throw on any beat I'll be 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 want me to go on last
That's the truth, that's the fact, 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 turn that red in a mintue

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

A north face and skully hat don't make you a
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 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 thug is a thug hush

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

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

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

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

A doo rag a chain don't make you a thug
A face and skully hat don't make you a thug
A fat ride with don't make you a thug
A real is a thug that's hush