Luyện nghe bài hát Hip-Hop Is Dead

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

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

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

Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same
Get cash, live fast, body their mama
niggaz is ridin' with three llamas
Revenge in eyes, Hennessey and the ganja
Word to the wise with villain of minds
Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from
(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's up
Any ghetto will tell ya Nas grow us up
My once graced promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million in billin', I helped 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I have gave left
So like my girl Foxy, a nigga Def
So, nigga, who's top ten?
Is it MC
Is it MC

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody sound the same, the game
Reminiscin' it wasn't all business
If it got it started
So we all here for the dearly departed
Hip hopper a toddler
One homeboy became a man a mobster
If the guys let me get my swig of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a
Went turntables to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to on Mickey D's
gold cables to Jacobs
From facials to Botox and face lifts
I'm over my shoulder
It's about niggaz from my hood that showed up
And they to show love
Sold out concert, and the are closed shut