Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop

You say one for the treble, two for the
Come on y'all rock this!
You say one for the treble, two for the
on!

Speech is my hammer, bang the world into
Now let it fall,
My is my nemesis
It's hard to really chill and sit
Committed to page, I write
Sometimes won't for days
Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the
I mathematically
the wack
Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling
(Ha ha ha) the core to the perimeter black,
You the motto
Stay fluid even in
(Mos Def) Full blooded, full
Breathe inside the trunk hollow
There's the hum, young man where you
number one
Native son, speaking in the tongue
I got my eyes on (there it is)
you still try to follow where it is
I'm on the Ave where it lives and
Violently,
Shine so vibrantly eyes squint to catch a glimpse
the bass with my dark ink fingertips
Used to speak the king's
But caught a on my lips
So now my just like dis
Long from the base-line (switch)
Move an apparition
to the ground with ammunition (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, voice cued on tape
Putting food on your
Many crews can
Who your fate (yo)
We went picking cotton
To gang line chopping
To
To
Blues people got the chip stock option
Invisible man, got the world watching
(where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west,
All over map
I'm getting big props, this thing called hip hop
Where you can get paid or get shot
When product in stock
The fair-weather friends
When your chart position
Then the calls,
Chill for a
Let's see who tops
Snatch shelf spot
gas yourself ock
The industry a better built cell block
A way from the shell tops
And the bells L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock)

Hip Hop is prosecution
The out of court
Ad for liquor
without benefits
Luxury tenements the skyline
low life getting tree-top high
Here there's a back remedy
Bitter intent to
A class E
Facing the death
and sedative, original repetitive
Violently competitive, a unaccredited
The break beats you get with
on time and
Hip Hop went from selling crack to it
Medicine for
Remind me of Thelonius and
Propers to getting busy
The war-time snap
The working man's
A two dollar box
Sold beneath the crack
Olympic sponsor of the black
Gold medalist in the back
From the state of the have-nots
Where have trouble with cash crops
It's all city phase two
Hip Hop will simply you
you, pay you
Do you say do
But black, it save you