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
to every 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 mornin'
And she's dead, dead

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

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

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

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

If hip hop should die before I
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
Roll to every station, the DJ

Everybody the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' it wasn't all business
If it got it started
So we all gather for the dearly departed
Hip since a toddler
One homeboy a man then a mobster
If the guys let me get my last swig of
R.I.P., we'll donate lungs to a Rasta
Went turntables to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to commercials on D's
From gold to Jacobs
From plain facials to and face lifts
I'm lookin' over my
It's about eighty niggaz from my that showed up
And they to show love
out concert, and the doors are closed shut