Luyện nghe bài hát Hip-Hop Is Dead

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

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

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

Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the corner
Get cash, live fast, body their man's
Rich-ass niggaz is with three llamas
Revenge in eyes, Hennessey and the ganja
Word to the wise with state of minds
Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind
(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's up
Any ghetto tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My face once graced Sony trucks
Hundred in billin', I helped build 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I have gave left
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
I'll put an extended inside of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
to every station, murder the DJ

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

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

The bigger the cap, the bigger the
through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and
Kidnappings, project buildings, dealings
that, why is that?
'Cuz Nas rap is to legitimized crap
'Cuz we love to talk on ass we
Most intellectuals will only half
So you can't blame 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 hop's my first
And for that we not it lightly
If hip hop die, we die together
Bodies in the morgue lie
All now

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

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

sound the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' it wasn't all business
If it got it started
So we all gather for the dearly departed
Hip since a toddler
One homeboy became a man a mobster
If the guys let me get my last of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll donate lungs to a Rasta
Went turntables to mp3s
"Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From cables to Jacobs
From plain to Botox and face lifts
I'm lookin' over my
It's about eighty niggaz from my hood that up
And they to show love
Sold out concert, and the are closed shut