Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop

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

Speech is my hammer, bang the into shape
Now let it fall,
My restlessness is my
It's hard to chill and sit still
to page, I write rhymes
Sometimes won't finish for
Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the
I add-minister
the wack
Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling
(Ha ha ha) From the to the perimeter black,
You the motto
Stay fluid in staccato
(Mos Def) Full blooded, full
deep inside the trunk hollow
There's the hum, man where 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 a glimpse
Embrace the bass my dark ink fingertips
to speak the king's English
But caught a on my lips
So now my chat like dis
Long range from the (switch)
like an apparition
Float to the ground ammunition (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, voice cued on your
Putting food on your
Many crews can
Who choosing fate (yo)
We from picking cotton
To chain line chopping
To
To
Blues people got the blue stock option
Invisible man, got the whole world
(where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west,
All your map
I'm getting big props, this thing called hip hop
Where you can get paid or get shot
When product in stock
The friends flock
When your chart drop
Then the calls,
Chill for a
Let's see who else
Snatch your spot
Don't gas ock
The industry just a better built block
A long way from the tops
And the bells L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock)

Hip Hop is prosecution
The out of court
Ad space for
Sick without
tenements choking the skyline
It's low life getting high
Here a back water remedy
Bitter intent to
A class E
the death penalty
Stimulant and sedative, repetitive
Violently competitive, a unaccredited
The break beats you get with
on and inappropriate
Hip Hop went from crack to smoking it
Medicine for
me of Thelonius and Dizzy
Propers to B-Boys busy
The war-time shot
The man's jack-pot
A two dollar box
Sold beneath the crack
sponsor of the black glock
Gold medalist in the shot
the sovereign state of the have-nots
Where farmers have trouble with cash
It's all city like two
Hip Hop will simply you
you, pay you
Do you say do
But black, it save you