Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Is Dead (clean)

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

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

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

Yeah, smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner
Get cash, live fast, body man's mama
niggaz is ridin' with three llamas
Revenge in their eyes, Hennessey and the
Word to the wise with state of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind
Grindin', Brazilian dimes from behind
(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes behind)
Whenever, if ever, I up, it's sown up
Any will tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My once graced promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million in billin', I helped 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I have gave 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 before I
put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
to every 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 just died mornin'
And she's dead, dead

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

If hip hop die before I wake
I'll put an clip inside of my AK
to every 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

Everybody the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' when it all business
If it got where it
So we all gather here for the departed
Hip hopper a toddler
One became a man then a mobster
If the guys let me get my swig of Vodka
R.I.P., donate your lungs to a Rasta
Went from to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to commercials on D's
From gold to Jacobs
From plain to Botox and face lifts
I'm over my shoulder
It's eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And they to show love
out concert, and the doors are closed shut