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
to every station, murder 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 station, murder the DJ
to every station, murder the DJ

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

Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same
Get cash, live fast, body their man's
Rich-ass niggaz is ridin' with three
Revenge in their eyes, Hennessey and the
Word to the with villain state of minds
Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind
(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, sown up
Any will tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My once graced promotional Sony trucks
Hundred in billin', I helped build 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I have gave left
So like my girl Foxy, a nigga Def
So, nigga, who's top ten?
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 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 just died this
And dead, she's dead

The bigger the cap, the bigger the
Come through, something ill, the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, dealings
Criticize that, why is
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized
'Cuz we love to talk on ass we
Most will only half listen
So you can't blame jazz
Or Stern with his NBA fashion issues
Oh, I they like me in my tee
You can't ice me, we for life, B
On my second marriage, hip hop's my first
And for we not takin' it lightly
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 extended inside of my AK
to every station, murder 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 station, murder the DJ
Roll to station, murder the DJ

Everybody sound the same, the game
Reminiscin' it wasn't 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., donate your lungs to a Rasta
Went turntables to mp3s
"Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From gold to Jacobs
From facials to Botox and face lifts
I'm over my shoulder
It's eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And came to show love
out concert, and the doors are closed shut