Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Is Dead (clean)

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

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

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

If hip hop should die before I
I'll put an extended clip of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
to every station, murder 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
influenced my raps? Stick-ups and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug
that, why is that?
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized
'Cuz we love to on ass we gettin'
Most intellectuals will only half
So you blame jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion
Oh, I like me in my white tee
You ice me, we here for life, B
On my second marriage, hip hop's my wifey
And for that we not it lightly
If hip hop should die, we die
in the morgue lie together
All now

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

Everybody the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all
If it got it started
So we all gather here for the dearly
Hip hopper since a
One homeboy a man then a mobster
If the guys let me get my swig of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll donate lungs to a Rasta
Went from to mp3s
"Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From gold to Jacobs
From plain facials to and face lifts
I'm lookin' my shoulder
It's about eighty niggaz my hood that showed up
And they came to show
Sold out concert, and the doors are shut