Luyện nghe bài hát Hip-Hop Is Dead

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

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

Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the corner
Get cash, live fast, body man's mama
Rich-ass is ridin' with three llamas
Revenge in their eyes, Hennessey and the
to the wise with villain state of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes behind
(Grindin', Brazilian dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I up, it's sown up
Any will tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My face graced promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million in billin', I helped 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I could have left
So like my girl Foxy, a nigga Def
So, nigga, who's your top
Is it MC
Is it MC

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

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

The bigger the cap, the bigger the
through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my Stick-ups and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, dealings
Criticize that, why is
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized
'Cuz we to talk on ass we gettin'
Most intellectuals only half listen
So you blame jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA issues
Oh, I they like me in my tee
You can't ice me, we for life, B
On my marriage, hip hop's my first wifey
And for that we not it lightly
If hip hop should die, we die
in the morgue lie together
All now

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

Everybody sound the same, commercialize the
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all
If it got where it
So we all here for the dearly departed
Hip hopper 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 your to a Rasta
Went turntables to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to on Mickey D's
From gold to Jacobs
From plain to Botox and face lifts
I'm lookin' over my
It's eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And came to show love
Sold out concert, and the are closed shut