Luyện nghe bài hát Hip-Hop Is Dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bigger the cap, the bigger the
through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and
Kidnappings, project buildings, dealings
that, why is that?
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to crap
'Cuz we love to on ass we gettin'
Most intellectuals will only half
So you can't jazz musicians
Or Stern with his NBA fashion 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 it lightly
If hip hop die, we die together
Bodies in the morgue lie
All now

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

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

sound the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all
If it got it started
So we all gather for the dearly departed
Hip since a toddler
One homeboy became a man a mobster
If the guys let me get my last swig of
R.I.P., we'll your lungs to a Rasta
Went turntables to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to on Mickey D's
gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and lifts
I'm lookin' over my
about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And they came to show
Sold out concert, and the are closed shut