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
Roll to station, murder the DJ

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

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

Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the corner
Get cash, live fast, body their man's
niggaz is ridin' with three llamas
Revenge in their eyes, and the ganja
Word to the wise villain state of minds
Grindin', Brazilian dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind
(Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's up
Any will 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 have left
So my girl Foxy, a nigga went 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 clip 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 inside of my AK
to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to station, murder the DJ

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

The bigger the cap, the the peelin'
through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
What my raps? Stick-ups and killings
Kidnappings, buildings, drug dealings
that, why is that?
'Cuz Nas rap is to legitimized crap
'Cuz we love to talk on ass we
Most intellectuals only half listen
So you can't jazz musicians
Or David Stern his NBA fashion 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 we not takin' it lightly
If hip hop should die, we die
Bodies in the morgue lie
All now

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

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

Everybody the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' it wasn't all business
If it got it started
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 last swig of
R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a
Went from turntables to
"Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face
I'm lookin' over my
about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And they came to show
Sold out concert, and the doors are shut