Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Saved My Life

He said: "I what 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 that
But it's better than not being alive from
Agreed, a notebook and a Bic
That click when pushed and a wack-ass beat
a track that's weak that he got last week
Cause everybody in the stu' was like: "That's heat!"
A bass-heavy medley with a from the 70s
a screwed-up hook that went "stack that cheese"
Something something, "stack that cheese"
Mother, sister, cousin, "stack cheese"
He couldn't think of nothin', "stack cheese"
He turns down the beat, block impedes
Crying from the room, a baby in need
Of Pampers and some food and place to sleep
That plus a Cadillac on Ds
Is what keep him on to be a great MC

One you never of, I
it hard to further the
Grind, might feel murder, but
Hip-Hop you my life

North-side, so he rocks them braids
1100 on his Myspace page
"Stack Cheese" got 700 plays
made him take it down, said he had to pay
Open mic champ 2 in a row
Ex d-Boy with a b-boy
Glow like Leroy, you see the boy go
Got a daddy serving life and a on the Row
Best homie in the grave, up while in the cage
Minute got his momma working like a slave
Down baby-momma, who he had to honor
she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda to
Drive up to Dallas, to open up for amateurs
Let him keep a debit so he could put gas in it
Told her when he get on he gon' her to the Galleria
And buy everything but the mannequins, ya

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

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