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 world into
Now let it fall,
My is my nemesis
It's hard to really chill and sit
to page, I write rhymes
Sometimes won't finish for
my literature, from the large to the miniature
I add-minister
the wack
Selector, it back, I'm feeling that
(Ha ha ha) the core to the perimeter black,
You know the
Stay fluid in staccato
(Mos Def) blooded, full throttle
Breathe deep inside the hollow
There's the hum, young man you from
Brooklyn one
son, speaking 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,
so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the with my dark ink fingertips
to speak the king's English
But a rash on my lips
So now my chat just dis
Long range the base-line (switch)
like an apparition
Float to the with ammunition (chi-chi-chi-POW)
from the gate, voice cued on your tape
Putting food on your
Many crews can
Who choosing fate (yo)
We from picking cotton
To chain gang line
To
To
Blues people got the blue stock option
Invisible man, got the whole world
(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
your product in stock
The friends flock
When your chart drop
Then the calls,
Chill for a
see who else tops
Snatch shelf spot
Don't gas ock
The industry just a better built cell
A long way from the shell
And the that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock)

Hip Hop is evidence
The out of court
Ad space for
Sick without
tenements choking the skyline
It's low getting tree-top high
Here there's a back water
Bitter to memory
A class E
the death penalty
Stimulant and sedative, repetitive
Violently competitive, a school
The break you get broken with
on time and
Hip Hop went selling crack to smoking it
Medicine for
Remind me of Thelonius and
Propers to getting busy
The war-time snap
The working man's
A two dollar box
Sold beneath the crack
Olympic sponsor of the glock
Gold medalist in the shot
From the sovereign of the have-nots
farmers have trouble with cash crops
It's all city phase two
Hip Hop will simply you
you, pay you
Do you say do
But black, it can't you