Luyện nghe bài hát Hip-Hop Is Dead

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

Hip hop just 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
Word to the wise with villain of minds
Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind
(Grindin', Brazilian dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I up, it's sown up
Any ghetto will tell ya Nas grow us up
My face once graced Sony trucks
million in billin', I helped build 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I could have left
So like my girl Foxy, a went Def
So, nigga, your 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
to every station, murder the DJ

If hip hop die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip 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 bigger the
Come through, ill, missin' the ceilin'
What my raps? Stick-ups 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 will only half
So you can't jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA issues
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 takin' it
If hip hop die, we die together
Bodies in the lie together
All now

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

If hip hop die before I wake
I'll put an extended inside 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 it started
So we all gather here for the dearly
Hip since a toddler
One homeboy a man then a mobster
If the let me get my last swig of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll your lungs to a Rasta
Went from to mp3s
"Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From gold to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face
I'm over my shoulder
It's about eighty niggaz my hood that showed up
And they came to love
out concert, and the doors are closed shut