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 chill and sit still
Committed to page, I rhymes
won't finish for days
Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the
I mathematically
Subtract the
Selector, wheel it back, I'm that
(Ha ha ha) the core to the perimeter black,
You know the
Stay fluid in staccato
(Mos Def) Full blooded, full
Breathe inside the trunk hollow
There's the hum, young man you from
number one
Native son, in the native tongue
I got my eyes on (there it is)
While you try to follow where it is
I'm on the Ave where it and dies
Violently,
Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to a glimpse
Embrace the bass with my dark ink
Used to speak the English
But caught a rash on my
So now my chat just dis
range from the base-line (switch)
Move an apparition
to the ground with ammunition (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, voice cued on your
Putting food on your
Many crews can
Who your fate (yo)
We went from picking
To chain line chopping
To
To
people got the blue 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, with this thing hip hop
Where you can get paid or get shot
When your in stock
The fair-weather friends
When your chart position
the phone calls,
Chill for a
see who else tops
Snatch shelf spot
Don't gas ock
The industry a better built cell block
A long way the shell tops
And the bells L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock)

Hip Hop is evidence
The out of court
Ad space for
without benefits
Luxury choking the skyline
low life getting tree-top high
Here there's a back remedy
intent to memory
A E felony
Facing the death
and sedative, original repetitive
Violently competitive, a school
The break beats you get broken
on and inappropriate
Hip Hop from selling crack to smoking it
Medicine for
Remind me of and Dizzy
Propers to getting busy
The war-time snap
The man's jack-pot
A two dollar box
Sold beneath the crack
Olympic of the black glock
Gold in the back shot
From the state of the have-nots
Where have trouble with cash crops
It's all city like two
Hip Hop simply amaze you
you, pay you
Do you say do
But black, it save you