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 restlessness is my
It's hard to really and sit still
Committed to page, I write
Sometimes won't for days
Scrutinize my literature, the large to the miniature
I mathematically
the wack
Selector, wheel it back, I'm that
(Ha ha ha) the core to the perimeter black,
You know the
Stay fluid in staccato
(Mos Def) Full blooded, throttle
Breathe deep the trunk hollow
There's the hum, young man you from
Brooklyn one
Native son, in the native tongue
I got my eyes on (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 squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass my dark ink fingertips
to speak the king's English
But a rash on my lips
So now my chat like dis
Long range the base-line (switch)
Move like an
Float to the with ammunition (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, voice cued on your
Putting food on plate
Many crews can
Who choosing fate (yo)
We went picking cotton
To chain gang line
To
To
Blues people got the blue chip option
Invisible man, got the world 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 get paid or get shot
When your product in
The friends flock
When your position drop
Then the calls,
Chill for a
Let's see who else
your shelf spot
Don't gas ock
The industry just a better built cell
A long way the shell tops
And the that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock)

Hip Hop is prosecution
The out of court
Ad space for
Sick without
Luxury tenements the skyline
It's low life getting high
Here there's a back remedy
Bitter intent to
A class E
the death penalty
Stimulant and sedative, repetitive
Violently competitive, a school
The beats you get broken with
on time and
Hip Hop went from selling crack to it
Medicine for
Remind me of and Dizzy
Propers to B-Boys getting
The snap shot
The man's jack-pot
A two snack box
Sold the crack spot
sponsor of the black glock
Gold in the back shot
From the sovereign of the have-nots
Where farmers have trouble cash crops
It's all city like two
Hip Hop will simply you
you, pay you
Do you say do
But black, it can't you