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 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 every station, the DJ

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

Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the corner
Get cash, fast, body their man's mama
Rich-ass niggaz is ridin' three llamas
in their eyes, Hennessey and the ganja
Word to the wise with villain of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind
(Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, sown up
Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped us up
My face once graced promotional Sony
million in billin', I helped build 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I could have gave
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 before I
put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, the DJ
Roll to every station, the DJ

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

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

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

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

Everybody sound the same, the game
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all
If it got it started
So we all gather here for the departed
Hip since a toddler
One homeboy a man then a mobster
If the guys let me get my last swig of
R.I.P., we'll donate your to a Rasta
Went from to mp3s
"Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to and face lifts
I'm lookin' my shoulder
It's about eighty niggaz from my that showed up
And came to show love
Sold out concert, and the doors are closed