Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Is Dead (clean)

If hip hop should die I wake
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

Yeah, smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner
Get cash, live fast, body their man's
Rich-ass is ridin' with three llamas
Revenge in eyes, Hennessey and the ganja
Word to the wise with villain of minds
Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind
(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I up, it's sown up
Any will tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My face once graced promotional Sony
Hundred million in billin', I build 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I could have left
So like my Foxy, a nigga went Def
So, nigga, who's your top
Is it MC
Is it MC

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

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

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

The bigger the cap, the the peelin'
Come through, ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug
that, why is that?
'Cuz Nas rap is to legitimized crap
'Cuz we love to talk on ass we
Most intellectuals will only half
So you can't blame musicians
Or David Stern his NBA fashion 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 that we not it lightly
If hip hop should die, we die
Bodies in the lie together
All now

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 extended inside of my AK
Roll to every station, the DJ
to every station, murder the DJ

Everybody sound the same, commercialize the
when it wasn't 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 last of Vodka
R.I.P., donate your lungs to a Rasta
Went from turntables to
"Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From gold cables to
plain facials to Botox and face lifts
I'm lookin' my shoulder
It's about eighty from my hood that showed up
And came to show love
Sold out concert, and the doors are closed