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 every station, 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 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
in their eyes, Hennessey and the ganja
Word to the with villain state of minds
Grindin', Brazilian dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind
(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I up, it's sown up
Any ghetto tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My once graced promotional Sony trucks
Hundred 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
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
put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, the DJ
to every station, murder the DJ

Hip hop just died 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, project buildings, dealings
Criticize that, why is
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to crap
'Cuz we love to 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 ice me, we here for life, B
On my second marriage, hip hop's my first
And for that we not takin' it
If hip hop should die, we die
Bodies in the morgue lie
All now

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

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

Everybody sound the same, commercialize the
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all
If it got where it
So we all gather for the dearly departed
Hip hopper a toddler
One became a man then a mobster
If the guys let me get my last swig of
R.I.P., donate your lungs to a Rasta
Went from to mp3s
"Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From cables to Jacobs
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 love
out concert, and the doors are closed shut