Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Saved My Life

He said: "I write I see
Write to make it right, don't where I be
I'd to make it like the sights 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 pushed and a beat
That's a track that's that he got last week
everybody in the stu' was like: "That's that heat!"
A bass-heavy medley with a from the 70s
With a screwed-up hook that "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, writer's block
Crying the next room, a baby in need
Of some Pampers and some and place to sleep
That plus a black on Ds
Is what keep him on to be a great MC

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

Reps North-side, so he rocks braids
1100 friends on his page
"Stack That Cheese" got 700
Producer made him take it down, he had to pay
mic champ 2 weeks in a row
Ex d-Boy a b-boy flow
Glow Leroy, you should see the boy go
Got a serving life and a brother on the Row
Best homie in the grave, tatted up in the cage
Minute Maid got his momma working like a
baby-momma, who he really had to honor
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 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 your over 'Wipe Me Down'
They played it 2 times, say it might be
As the best out the H-town in a while"
He picked up his son with a big smile
Rapped every single to the newborn child
Then he put him down and went back to the
And put on another beat and got back to the of
Get his momma out the hood, put her in the woods
Keep his lady looking good, have her like 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, the deuce and act a fool
Man it feels good, when it happens that
Two days from back to selling crack, yessir