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 into shape
Now let it fall,
My restlessness is my
It's to really chill and sit still
Committed to page, I write
Sometimes won't finish for
my literature, from the large to the miniature
I add-minister
the wack
Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling
(Ha ha ha) From the core to the black,
You know the
Stay even in staccato
(Mos Def) Full blooded, full
Breathe deep inside the hollow
There's the hum, man where you from
Brooklyn one
Native son, speaking in the tongue
I got my on tomorrow (there it is)
you still try to follow where it is
I'm on the Ave where it and dies
Violently,
Shine so vibrantly eyes squint to catch a glimpse
the bass with my dark ink fingertips
Used to speak the king's
But a rash on my lips
So now my chat just dis
Long range the base-line (switch)
Move like an
Float to the ground ammunition (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, voice cued on tape
Putting food on your
crews can relate
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 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 either get paid or get
When your product in
The friends flock
When chart position drop
Then the calls,
for a minute
Let's see who tops
Snatch shelf spot
gas yourself ock
The industry just a better cell block
A long way from the shell
And the bells that L (rock, rock, rock, rock)

Hip Hop is prosecution
The out of court
Ad space for
Sick without
Luxury choking the skyline
It's low life tree-top high
Here there's a back water
intent to memory
A E felony
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 crack to it
for loneliness
Remind me of Thelonius and
to B-Boys getting busy
The snap shot
The man's jack-pot
A two dollar box
beneath the crack spot
Olympic sponsor of the glock
Gold in the back shot
From the sovereign of the have-nots
Where farmers trouble with cash crops
It's all city like two
Hip Hop will simply you
you, pay you
Do you say do
But black, it save you