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
Roll to every station, 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 station, murder the DJ

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

Yeah, smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner
Get cash, live fast, their man's mama
Rich-ass niggaz is ridin' 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' 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 Sony trucks
million in billin', I helped build 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I could 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 I wake
put an extended clip inside 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 station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, the DJ

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

The bigger the cap, the the peelin'
Come through, something ill, missin' the
What my raps? Stick-ups and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug
that, why is that?
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to crap
'Cuz we love to on ass we gettin'
Most intellectuals only half listen
So you can't blame jazz
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 marriage, hip hop's my first wifey
And for we not takin' it lightly
If hip hop die, we die together
Bodies in the lie together
All now

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

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