Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Is Dead (clean)

If hip hop should die I wake
put an extended 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 station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, the DJ

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

Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same
Get cash, live fast, body their man's
Rich-ass niggaz is ridin' with llamas
Revenge in their eyes, Hennessey and the
Word to the wise with state of minds
Grindin', hittin' dimes 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 grow us up
My face once graced promotional trucks
million in billin', I helped build 'em up
Gave my my right, I could have gave left
So like my girl Foxy, a 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
to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to station, murder 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

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

The bigger the cap, the the peelin'
Come through, ill, missin' the ceilin'
What my raps? Stick-ups and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug
that, why is that?
'Cuz Nas rap is to legitimized crap
'Cuz we love to on ass we gettin'
Most intellectuals will only listen
So you can't blame jazz
Or David Stern his NBA fashion issues
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 die, we die together
in the morgue lie together
All now

If hip hop die before I wake
I'll put an extended inside of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, 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 sound the same, the game
Reminiscin' it wasn't all business
If it got where it
So we all here for the dearly departed
Hip hopper since a
One became a man then a mobster
If the guys let me get my swig of Vodka
R.I.P., donate your lungs to a Rasta
from turntables to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to commercials on D's
gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face
I'm over my shoulder
It's about eighty from my hood that showed up
And they to show love
out concert, and the doors are closed shut