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 station, murder the DJ
to every station, murder the DJ

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

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

Yeah, smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner
Get cash, live fast, body their man's
Rich-ass niggaz is ridin' three llamas
Revenge in their eyes, and the ganja
Word to the wise with villain of minds
Grindin', Brazilian dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind
(Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I up, it's sown up
Any will tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My once graced promotional Sony trucks
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, your top ten?
Is it MC
Is it MC

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

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

The the cap, the bigger the peelin'
through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and
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 listen
So you can't jazz musicians
Or David with his NBA fashion issues
Oh, I they like me in my tee
You can't ice me, we for life, B
On my second marriage, hip my first wifey
And for we not takin' it lightly
If hip hop should die, we die
Bodies in the morgue lie
All now

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

If hip hop should die before I
I'll put an extended inside 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 where it
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
plain facials to Botox 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 shut