Luyện nghe bài hát Hip-Hop Is Dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bigger the cap, the bigger the
Come through, ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug
that, why is that?
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized
'Cuz we love to on ass we gettin'
Most will only half listen
So you can't blame musicians
Or David Stern his NBA fashion issues
Oh, I they me in my white tee
You can't ice me, we for life, B
On my marriage, hip hop's my first wifey
And for that we not takin' it
If hip hop should die, we die
in the morgue lie together
All now

If hip hop die before I wake
put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
to every station, murder 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 all business
If it got it started
So we all gather here for the departed
Hip since a toddler
One homeboy became a man then a
If the guys let me get my last swig of
R.I.P., we'll donate your to a Rasta
from turntables to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to on Mickey D's
From gold to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face
I'm lookin' over my
about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And they came to love
Sold out concert, and the doors are shut