Luyện nghe bài hát Hip-Hop Is Dead

If hip hop die before I wake
put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, the DJ
Roll to station, murder the DJ

If hip hop should die before I
put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, the DJ

Hip hop died this mornin'
And dead, she's dead

Yeah, smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner
Get cash, live fast, body their man's
Rich-ass is ridin' with three llamas
Revenge in their eyes, and the ganja
to the wise with villain state of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from
(Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's up
Any ghetto tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My face graced promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million in billin', I build 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I could have gave
So like my Foxy, a nigga went Def
So, nigga, who's your top
Is it MC
Is it MC

If hip hop die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, the DJ

If hip hop should die before I
I'll put an extended inside of my AK
to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, the DJ

Hip hop just died this
And she's dead, she's

The bigger the cap, the bigger the
Come through, something ill, the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, dealings
Criticize that, why is
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to crap
'Cuz we to talk on ass we gettin'
Most intellectuals only half listen
So you can't blame jazz
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion
Oh, I they me in my white tee
You can't ice me, we for life, B
On my second marriage, hip hop's my first
And for that we not it lightly
If hip hop die, we die together
Bodies in the morgue lie
All now

If hip hop should die I wake
put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, the DJ
Roll to station, murder the DJ

If hip hop should die I wake
I'll put an extended clip of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
Roll to station, murder the DJ

Everybody the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all
If it got where it
So we all here for the dearly departed
Hip hopper a toddler
One became a man then a mobster
If the guys let me get my swig of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll your lungs to a Rasta
Went from to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to on Mickey D's
From gold to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face
I'm over my shoulder
about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And they came to love
Sold out concert, and the doors are shut