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 I wake
I'll put an clip inside of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
Roll to station, murder the DJ

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

Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the corner
Get cash, live fast, body man's mama
Rich-ass niggaz is ridin' three llamas
Revenge in their eyes, Hennessey and the
Word to the wise with state of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes behind
Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind
(Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's up
Any ghetto tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My face once graced promotional Sony
million in billin', I helped build 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I could gave left
So like my Foxy, a nigga went 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
Roll to 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 station, murder the DJ

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

The the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Come through, something ill, the ceilin'
What my raps? Stick-ups and killings
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 only half listen
So you can't blame musicians
Or David Stern his NBA fashion issues
Oh, I they me in my white tee
You can't ice me, we for life, B
On my marriage, hip hop's my first wifey
And for we not takin' 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
Roll to station, murder the DJ

If hip hop should die before I
I'll put an extended clip of my AK
to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, 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 departed
Hip hopper 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 lungs to a Rasta
Went from turntables to
"Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From cables to Jacobs
plain facials to Botox and face lifts
I'm lookin' over my
It's about eighty niggaz from my hood showed up
And they came to show
Sold out concert, and the doors are closed