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
to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to station, murder the DJ

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

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

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

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

The the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Come through, something ill, 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 his NBA fashion issues
Oh, I they like me in my 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
in the morgue lie together
All now

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

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

Everybody the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' it wasn't all business
If it got it started
So we all gather here for the dearly
Hip hopper 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 your to a Rasta
Went from turntables to
"Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From cables to Jacobs
From plain to Botox and face lifts
I'm lookin' over my
It's about niggaz from my hood that showed up
And they came to love
Sold out concert, and the doors are closed