Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Is Dead (clean)

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

If hip hop die before I wake
I'll put an clip inside 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, niggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same
Get cash, fast, body their man's mama
Rich-ass niggaz is with three llamas
in their eyes, Hennessey and the ganja
Word to the wise villain state of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from
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 promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million in billin', I build 'em up
Gave my my right, I could have gave left
So like my girl Foxy, a nigga 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
to every station, murder the DJ

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

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

The bigger the cap, the bigger the
Come through, ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and
Kidnappings, buildings, drug dealings
that, why is that?
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to crap
we love to talk on ass we gettin'
Most intellectuals will only listen
So you can't jazz musicians
Or Stern with his NBA fashion 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 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 before I
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 here for the departed
Hip hopper a toddler
One became a man then a mobster
If the guys let me get my last of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll your lungs to a Rasta
Went from to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to on Mickey D's
From gold to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and lifts
I'm lookin' over my
about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And came to show love
Sold out concert, and the doors are shut