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 into shape
Now let it fall,
My is my nemesis
It's hard to really chill and sit
Committed to page, I rhymes
Sometimes won't finish for
Scrutinize my literature, from the to the miniature
I add-minister
Subtract the
Selector, wheel it back, I'm that
(Ha ha ha) the core to the perimeter black,
You the motto
Stay fluid in staccato
(Mos Def) Full blooded, full
Breathe inside the trunk hollow
the hum, young man where you from
Brooklyn one
Native son, speaking in the tongue
I got my on tomorrow (there it is)
While you still try to follow it is
I'm on the Ave where it and dies
Violently,
Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to a glimpse
the bass with my dark ink fingertips
Used to the king's English
But caught a rash on my
So now my chat like dis
Long range from the (switch)
Move an apparition
Float to the with ammunition (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, cued on your tape
Putting on your plate
crews can relate
Who your fate (yo)
We from picking cotton
To gang line chopping
To
To
Blues people got the blue chip option
Invisible man, got the whole watching
(where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west,
All your map
I'm big props, with this thing called hip hop
Where you can either get paid or get
When your product in
The friends flock
When your position drop
the phone calls,
Chill for a
Let's see who else
Snatch shelf spot
gas yourself ock
The just a better built cell block
A long way from the shell
And the bells that L (rock, rock, rock, rock)

Hip Hop is evidence
The out of settlement
Ad for liquor
without benefits
Luxury choking the skyline
It's low getting tree-top high
Here there's a back water
Bitter intent to
A E felony
Facing the death
Stimulant and sedative, original
Violently competitive, a unaccredited
The break you get broken with
on time and
Hip Hop went from selling crack to it
Medicine for
me of Thelonius and Dizzy
Propers to B-Boys busy
The snap shot
The man's jack-pot
A two dollar box
Sold beneath the crack
sponsor of the black glock
Gold medalist in the shot
From the state of the have-nots
Where farmers have trouble with crops
It's all city phase two
Hip Hop will simply you
you, pay you
Do you say do
But black, it save you