Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Is Dead (clean)

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

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

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

Yeah, smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner
Get cash, live fast, body their mama
Rich-ass niggaz is with three llamas
Revenge in their eyes, and the ganja
Word to the wise villain state of minds
Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes behind
(Grindin', Brazilian dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's up
Any ghetto tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My face once promotional Sony trucks
Hundred in billin', I helped build 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I could 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 before I
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 clip of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
to every station, murder the DJ

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

The the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Come through, ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and
Kidnappings, buildings, drug dealings
Criticize that, why is
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to crap
'Cuz we to talk on ass we gettin'
Most will only half listen
So you can't blame jazz
Or David Stern with his NBA issues
Oh, I they me in my white tee
You ice me, we here for life, B
On my second marriage, hip my first wifey
And for that we not 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 clip of my AK
to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, the DJ

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

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