Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Hip Hop

"You better stop foolin if you want to get along me"

"We grew up on the block, and we about poverty"
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Dear hip-hop, I for how you've been treated
I should've fought for my culture, I retreated
The game is wounded, I stood and watched while they it
My starved, I refused to feed it
They sold you for a dollar like slaves in collars
A*R's chase you with bloodhounds and
You to the highest bidder, you was pissed on like kitty litter
But far from a quitter, but there's somethin to
Nah, after much
I decided I'm the hottest cat to receive rotation
I'm the foundation, one of the chief
of this dream all chasin, I had to speak up
Too much time was WHOA! So here we go
I'm tired of the money and the, bitches and hoes
Everybody's always, soundin the
I have to walk on I can't, drown in the game

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"Hip-Hop, was set out in the dark"
"They to do it out in the park"

I remember your bar mitzvah, burgundy label
Me and Jam Master had the battle of the big
Before the Serratos, vinyls, real tables
Skills was the motto, no hype, no
You so happy, you loved me so much
You off and went platinum, at my slightest touch
Oversized hoodies, trucks
20 years later, like lightning struck
worshipin the money, they're prayin to the bank
They danced on slaveship, slept as it
The devil made 'em do it, but only God do I
Because we aren't done yet, still gas in the tank
You look in a man's eyes, how you really tell his rank
Not the size of his account, check him, he bounce
all on the line, this time it really counts
I'll for this one, on down to the last ounce

They rent a crib they're frontin, they rent a car stuntin
They rent a chain they're bluffin, that's why the culture's
And even if a millionaire that don't mean nothin
unless you build your community and some unity
Too ego... too much posin
If he's so hot then, why's the culture
It's time for a change, the order to be rearranged
And this was pre-ordained
After 2 long decades, LL still
And you can blame it on my spirit, not on my
to put on my armor, go to war for the game
Cause on its last leg, and that's more than a shame
is a lifestyle homey, it's more than champagne
But I will make a to Flash reachin the Hall of Fame
I end it with a line, from the book of King
Let be light when I write graffiti on the train

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Let us the mystery and fame
I pray the Lord my culture be
If hip-hop dies I awake
May Jam Master Jay cut a LL