Luyện nghe bài hát Hip-Hop Is Dead

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

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

Hip hop just this 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' with llamas
in their eyes, Hennessey and the ganja
Word to the wise with villain state of
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes behind
Grindin', Brazilian dimes from behind
(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, sown up
Any ghetto tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My once 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 went Def
So, nigga, who's your top
Is it MC
Is it MC

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 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 dead, she's dead

The bigger the cap, the bigger the
through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
What my raps? Stick-ups and killings
Kidnappings, buildings, drug dealings
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 marriage, hip hop's my first wifey
And for that we not takin' it
If hip hop should die, we die
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
to every station, murder the DJ

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

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