Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Is Dead (clean)

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

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

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

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

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

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

The the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Come through, ill, missin' the ceilin'
What my raps? 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 will only listen
So you can't jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion
Oh, I like me in my white tee
You ice me, we here 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 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 die before I wake
I'll put an clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, the DJ
Roll to station, murder the DJ

Everybody the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' when it all business
If it got it started
So we all gather for the dearly departed
Hip hopper since a
One homeboy a man then a mobster
If the guys let me get my last swig of
R.I.P., we'll your lungs to a Rasta
Went from to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to commercials on D's
gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and lifts
I'm over my shoulder
It's about niggaz from my hood that showed up
And came to show love
out concert, and the doors are closed shut