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 is my nemesis
It's hard to really chill and sit
Committed to page, I rhymes
Sometimes won't finish for
my literature, from the large to the miniature
I mathematically
the wack
Selector, it back, I'm feeling that
(Ha ha ha) the core to the perimeter black,
You the motto
Stay fluid in staccato
(Mos Def) blooded, full throttle
deep inside the trunk hollow
There's the hum, young man you from
Brooklyn one
Native son, speaking in the native
I got my on tomorrow (there it is)
While you still try to follow it is
I'm on the Ave it lives and dies
Violently,
so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass my dark ink fingertips
Used to speak the English
But caught a on my lips
So now my chat like dis
Long from the base-line (switch)
Move an apparition
Float to the ground ammunition (chi-chi-chi-POW)
from the gate, voice cued on your tape
Putting on your plate
crews can relate
Who your fate (yo)
We from picking cotton
To chain gang line
To
To
Blues people got the blue chip stock
Invisible man, got the world watching
(where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west,
All your map
I'm getting big props, with thing called hip hop
Where you can either get paid or get
When your in stock
The fair-weather flock
your chart 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 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 for liquor
Sick benefits
Luxury tenements choking the
It's low getting tree-top high
Here a back water remedy
intent to memory
A E felony
the death penalty
Stimulant and sedative, repetitive
Violently competitive, a unaccredited
The break beats you get broken
on and inappropriate
Hip Hop went from selling crack to it
for loneliness
Remind me of Thelonius and
Propers to getting busy
The war-time snap
The man's jack-pot
A two snack box
Sold beneath the spot
Olympic of the black glock
Gold medalist in the back
the sovereign state of the have-nots
Where farmers trouble with cash crops
It's all city like two
Hip Hop will amaze you
you, pay you
Do you say do
But black, it save you