Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop

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

Speech is my hammer, bang the world into
Now let it fall,
My restlessness is my
It's hard to really and sit still
Committed to page, I write
Sometimes won't finish for
Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the
I add-minister
Subtract the
Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling
(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
Brooklyn one
Native son, speaking in the tongue
I got my eyes on (there it is)
While you still try to where it is
I'm on the Ave where it lives and
Violently,
Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a
Embrace the bass with my dark ink
Used to the king's English
But caught a rash on my
So now my chat just dis
Long range the base-line (switch)
Move like an
to the ground with ammunition (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, voice cued on your
Putting food on plate
Many crews can
Who choosing your (yo)
We from picking cotton
To chain gang chopping
To
To
Blues people got the blue chip option
man, got the whole world watching
(where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west,
All over map
I'm big props, with this thing called hip hop
you can either get paid or get shot
When your product in
The friends flock
When your chart drop
the phone calls,
Chill for a
Let's see who tops
Snatch shelf spot
Don't gas ock
The industry just a built cell block
A long way from the shell
And the bells that L (rock, rock, rock, rock)

Hip Hop is prosecution
The out of settlement
Ad space for
without benefits
Luxury choking the skyline
It's low getting tree-top high
Here a back water remedy
Bitter to memory
A class E
the death penalty
Stimulant and sedative, original
competitive, a school unaccredited
The break you get broken with
on time and
Hip Hop went from selling to smoking it
Medicine for
Remind me of and Dizzy
to B-Boys getting busy
The war-time shot
The working jack-pot
A two dollar box
Sold beneath the spot
Olympic sponsor of the glock
medalist in the back shot
From the sovereign state of the
farmers have trouble with cash crops
It's all city phase two
Hip Hop simply amaze you
you, pay you
Do you say do
But black, it save you