Luyện nghe bài hát Hip-Hop Is Dead

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

If hip hop die before 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 she's dead, dead

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

If hip hop should die before I
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 extended inside of my AK
Roll to every station, the DJ
Roll to every station, the DJ

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

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

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

Everybody sound the same, the game
when it wasn't all business
If it got it started
So we all gather here for the departed
Hip hopper since a
One homeboy a man then a mobster
If the guys let me get my swig of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a
Went turntables to mp3s
"Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From gold cables to
From 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 are closed shut