Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Saved My Life

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

One you never of, I
Push it to further the
Grind, might like murder, but
Hip-Hop you saved my

Reps North-side, so he rocks them
1100 on his Myspace page
"Stack Cheese" got 700 plays
Producer made him it down, said he had to pay
Open mic champ 2 in a row
Ex d-Boy a b-boy flow
Glow like Leroy, you 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 Maid got his momma working like a
Down baby-momma, who he really had to
Cause she was his biggest fan, let him use her Honda to
up to Dallas, went to open up for amateurs
Let him keep a debit so he could put gas in it
Told her he get on he gon' take her to the Galleria
And buy everything but the mannequins, ya

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

His man called, said: "your might be now
They played your freestyle 'Wipe Me Down'
played it 2 times, say it might be crowned
As the best thing out the in a while"
He picked up his son with a big smile
Rapped single word to the newborn child
Then he put him and went back to the kitchen
And put on another beat and got back to the of
Get his out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady looking good, have her rolling she should
Show his homies a way other than 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 on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool
Man it feels good, when it happens like
Two from going back to selling crack, yessir