Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop

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

Speech is my hammer, bang the world shape
Now let it fall,
My is my nemesis
hard to really chill and sit still
Committed to page, I rhymes
Sometimes won't finish for
my literature, from the large to the miniature
I mathematically
Subtract the
Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling
(Ha ha ha) From the core to the black,
You know the
Stay fluid in staccato
(Mos Def) blooded, full throttle
Breathe deep 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 still try to where it is
I'm on the Ave it lives and dies
Violently,
Shine so that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass my dark ink fingertips
Used to speak the king's
But caught a rash on my
So now my just like dis
Long from the base-line (switch)
like an apparition
Float to the ground ammunition (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, cued on your tape
Putting on your plate
Many crews can
Who choosing fate (yo)
We went from picking
To gang line chopping
To
To
Blues people got the blue chip stock
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
Where you can either get paid or get
When your product in
The fair-weather flock
When your position drop
Then the calls,
Chill for a
see who else tops
Snatch your spot
Don't gas ock
The industry just a built cell block
A long way the shell tops
And the bells that L (rock, rock, rock, rock)

Hip Hop is prosecution
The out of court
Ad space for
without benefits
Luxury tenements choking the
It's low life getting tree-top
Here there's a water remedy
Bitter to memory
A E felony
the death penalty
Stimulant and sedative, original
Violently competitive, a school
The break beats you get broken
on and inappropriate
Hip Hop went from selling crack to it
Medicine for
Remind me of Thelonius and
to B-Boys getting busy
The snap shot
The man's jack-pot
A two dollar box
Sold beneath the crack
sponsor of the black glock
Gold in the back shot
the sovereign state of the have-nots
Where farmers have trouble cash crops
It's all city like two
Hip Hop will amaze you
you, pay you
Do you say do
But black, it can't you