Luyện nghe bài hát Hip-Hop Is Dead

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

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

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

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

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

The the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Come through, something ill, missin' the
What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and
Kidnappings, project buildings, dealings
that, why is that?
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to crap
'Cuz we to talk on ass we gettin'
intellectuals will only half listen
So you can't jazz musicians
Or David with his NBA fashion issues
Oh, I like me in my white tee
You can't ice me, we for life, B
On my second marriage, hip hop's my first
And for we not takin' it lightly
If hip hop should die, we die
Bodies in the lie together
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 clip of my AK
to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, the DJ

Everybody the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' when it all business
If it got it started
So we all here for the dearly departed
Hip hopper a toddler
One homeboy became a man then a
If the guys let me get my swig of Vodka
R.I.P., donate your lungs to a Rasta
Went turntables to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to commercials on D's
gold cables to Jacobs
From plain to Botox and face lifts
I'm lookin' my shoulder
about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And they to show love
Sold out concert, and the doors are closed