Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Is Dead (clean)

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

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

Yeah, smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner
Get cash, fast, body their man's mama
Rich-ass niggaz is ridin' three llamas
Revenge in eyes, Hennessey and the ganja
Word to the wise with villain state of
Grindin', Brazilian dimes from behind
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 Sony trucks
Hundred in billin', I helped build 'em up
my nigga my right, I could have gave left
So like my girl Foxy, a nigga Def
So, nigga, who's your top
Is it MC
Is it MC

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

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

The the cap, the bigger the peelin'
through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my Stick-ups and killings
Kidnappings, buildings, drug dealings
Criticize that, why is
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized
we love to talk on ass we gettin'
Most intellectuals will half listen
So you can't jazz musicians
Or Stern with his NBA fashion issues
Oh, I they like me in my tee
You ice me, we here 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
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 every station, the DJ
Roll to every station, the DJ

Everybody sound the same, commercialize the
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all
If it got it started
So we all gather here for the departed
Hip since a toddler
One homeboy became a man a mobster
If the guys let me get my last of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll your lungs to a Rasta
from turntables to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to commercials on D's
From cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to and face lifts
I'm over my shoulder
about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And came to show love
out concert, and the doors are closed shut