Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Is Dead (clean)

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

If hip hop should die 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 this mornin'
And she's dead, dead

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

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 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 died this mornin'
And she's dead, dead

The bigger the cap, the bigger the
through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and
Kidnappings, buildings, drug dealings
Criticize that, why is
Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap
'Cuz we to talk on ass we gettin'
Most will only half listen
So you blame jazz musicians
Or David with his NBA fashion 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 takin' it
If hip hop should die, we die
in the morgue lie together
All now

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

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

Everybody sound the same, the game
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all
If it got where it
So we all gather here for the departed
Hip hopper since a
One homeboy a man then a mobster
If the let me get my last swig of Vodka
R.I.P., donate your lungs to a Rasta
Went from to mp3s
"Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From gold cables to
From plain to Botox and face lifts
I'm lookin' my shoulder
It's about eighty niggaz from my that showed up
And they came to show
out concert, and the doors are closed shut