Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Saved My Life

He said: "I what I see
Write to make it right, don't like I be
I'd like to make it the sights on TV
the great life, so nice and easy"
See: now you can die from that
But it's better not being alive from straps
Agreed, a notebook and a Bic
That click when it's pushed and a wack-ass
That's a track that's weak that he got last
Cause in the stu' was like: "That's that heat!"
A bass-heavy with a sample from the 70s
With a screwed-up 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 the next room, a baby in need
Of some Pampers and some food and place to
That plus a black on Ds
Is what keep him on track to be a MC

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

Reps North-side, so he rocks braids
friends on his Myspace page
"Stack Cheese" got 700 plays
Producer made him take it down, he had to pay
Open mic 2 weeks in a row
Ex d-Boy a b-boy flow
Glow Leroy, you should see the boy go
Got a daddy serving and a brother on the Row
homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage
Minute got his momma working like a slave
baby-momma, who he really had to honor
Cause she was his biggest fan, let him use her Honda to
Drive up to Dallas, went to up for amateurs
Let him keep a debit so he could put gas in it
Told her when he get on he take her to the Galleria
And buy everything but the mannequins, ya

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

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 out the H-town in a while"
He picked up his son a great big smile
every single word to the newborn child
Then he put him down and back to the kitchen
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, have her rolling like she
Show his homies there's a way than that flippin' yay
Bail his out of jail, put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school, show the shorties it's cool
Throw some candy on the Caddy, the deuce and act a fool
Man it feels good, when it happens that
Two days from going back to selling crack,