Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Is Dead (clean)

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

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

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

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

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

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

The the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Come through, something ill, missin' the
What influenced my raps? and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug
that, why is that?
'Cuz Nas rap is to legitimized crap
'Cuz we to talk on ass we gettin'
Most intellectuals will only listen
So you can't jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA issues
Oh, I like me in my white tee
You ice me, we here for life, B
On my second marriage, hip my first wifey
And for we not takin' it lightly
If hip hop die, we die together
Bodies in the morgue lie
All now

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

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

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