Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Saved My Life

He said: "I write I see
Write to make it right, like where I be
I'd like to it like the sights on TV
the great life, so nice and easy"
See: now you can still die from
But it's better than not being from straps
Agreed, a Mead and a Bic
That click it's pushed and a wack-ass beat
a track that's weak that he got last week
Cause in the stu' was like: "That's that heat!"
A bass-heavy medley with a sample the 70s
With a screwed-up that went "stack that cheese"
Something something, "stack that cheese"
Mother, sister, cousin, "stack cheese"
He think of nothin', "stack that cheese"
He turns down the beat, writer's block
Crying from the room, a baby in need
Of some Pampers and food and place to sleep
plus a black Cadillac on Ds
Is what him on track to be a great MC

One you never of, I
it hard to further the
Grind, feel like murder, but
you saved my life

Reps North-side, so he them braids
1100 friends on his Myspace
"Stack That Cheese" got 700
Producer him take it down, said he had to pay
Open mic 2 weeks in a row
Ex d-Boy with a flow
like Leroy, you should see the boy go
Got a daddy life and a brother on the Row
Best homie in the grave, up while in the cage
Minute Maid got his momma like a slave
Down baby-momma, who he had to honor
Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her to
up to Dallas, went to open up for amateurs
Let him a debit card so he could put gas in it
Told her when he get on he gon' her to the Galleria
And buy but the mannequins, ya dig?

One you heard of, I
Push it hard to the
Grind, might feel murder, but
Hip-Hop you saved my

His man called, said: "your might be now
They played freestyle over 'Wipe Me Down'
played it 2 times, say it might be crowned
As the thing out the H-town in a while"
He picked up his son a great big smile
Rapped every single word to the newborn
Then he put him down and went back to the
And put on another and got back to the mission of
Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the
Keep his lady looking good, her rolling like she should
Show his homies there's a way than that flippin' yay
Bail his homie out of jail, put a on his case
Throw a concert for the school, show the shorties that cool
Throw some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a
Man it feels good, when it happens that
Two days going back to selling crack, yessir