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

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

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

If hip hop should die 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 clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, the DJ
Roll to station, murder 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
Criticize that, why is
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to crap
'Cuz we to talk on ass we gettin'
Most intellectuals only half listen
So you can't blame musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion
Oh, I they like me in my tee
You can't ice me, we 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
Bodies in the morgue lie
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 should die I wake
I'll put an extended inside of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, the DJ

sound the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' when it all business
If it got where it
So we all gather here for the dearly
Hip since a toddler
One homeboy became a man a mobster
If the guys let me get my swig of Vodka
R.I.P., donate your lungs to a Rasta
from turntables to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to on Mickey D's
From gold cables to
From plain facials to Botox and face
I'm lookin' over my
It's about eighty niggaz from my that showed up
And they came to love
out concert, and the doors are closed shut