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 shape
Now let it fall,
My is my nemesis
It's hard to really chill and sit
to page, I write rhymes
Sometimes won't for days
my literature, from the large to the miniature
I mathematically
Subtract the
Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling
(Ha ha ha) the core to the perimeter black,
You the motto
Stay even in staccato
(Mos Def) Full blooded, throttle
deep inside the trunk hollow
There's the hum, man where you from
Brooklyn one
son, speaking in the native tongue
I got my on tomorrow (there it is)
While you still try to follow it is
I'm on the Ave where it lives and
Violently,
so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass with my ink fingertips
to speak the king's English
But a rash on my lips
So now my just like dis
Long range the base-line (switch)
Move like an
Float to the ground with (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, voice cued on tape
Putting food on plate
Many can relate
Who choosing fate (yo)
We went from picking
To chain gang chopping
To
To
Blues people got the blue chip stock
Invisible man, got the whole 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 get paid or get shot
your product in stock
The fair-weather flock
When your chart drop
Then the calls,
Chill for a
Let's see who else
Snatch your spot
Don't gas ock
The industry just a built cell block
A way from the shell tops
And the bells that L (rock, rock, rock, rock)

Hip Hop is prosecution
The out of settlement
Ad space for
Sick without
tenements choking the skyline
It's low getting tree-top high
Here there's a back remedy
Bitter to memory
A class E
Facing the penalty
Stimulant and sedative, repetitive
Violently competitive, a unaccredited
The break beats you get with
on and inappropriate
Hip Hop went selling crack to smoking it
for loneliness
Remind me of and Dizzy
Propers to B-Boys getting
The war-time snap
The working man's
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
farmers have 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