Luyện nghe bài hát Hip-Hop Is Dead

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

Hip hop just 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 with villain state of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind
(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's up
Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped us up
My once graced promotional Sony trucks
million in billin', I helped build 'em up
Gave my my right, I could have gave left
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 station, murder the DJ
Roll to 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
to every station, murder the DJ

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

The the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Come through, something ill, missin' the
What my raps? Stick-ups and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug
Criticize that, why is
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized
we love to talk on ass we gettin'
Most intellectuals will half listen
So you can't blame 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 second marriage, hip my first wifey
And for that we not takin' it
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 extended 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 inside of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, the DJ

sound 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 became a man then a mobster
If the let me get my last swig of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a
Went from turntables to
From "Beat Street" to on Mickey D's
gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face
I'm lookin' over my
It's about eighty from my hood that showed up
And they to show love
Sold out concert, and the doors are shut