Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Is Dead (clean)

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

If hip hop should die before I
I'll put an clip inside of my AK
to every station, murder 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 man's
Rich-ass niggaz is ridin' with three
in their eyes, Hennessey and the ganja
Word to the wise with state of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind
(Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's up
Any ghetto tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My face graced promotional 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 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

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

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

The bigger the cap, the the peelin'
Come through, something ill, the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? and killings
Kidnappings, buildings, drug dealings
that, why is that?
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to crap
we love to talk on ass we gettin'
Most intellectuals will only listen
So you blame jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA issues
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 we not takin' it lightly
If hip hop die, we die together
Bodies in the morgue lie
All now

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

If hip hop should die before I
I'll put an clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, 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 for the dearly departed
Hip since a toddler
One homeboy became a man a mobster
If the let me get my last swig of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll donate your to a Rasta
Went from turntables to
From "Beat Street" to on Mickey D's
gold cables to Jacobs
From plain to Botox and face lifts
I'm lookin' my shoulder
It's about eighty niggaz from my hood showed up
And they to show love
Sold out concert, and the are closed shut