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 life, so nice and easy"
See: now you can still die from
But it's better than not being alive straps
Agreed, a Mead and a Bic
That click when it's and a wack-ass beat
That's a track that's weak he got last week
everybody in the stu' was like: "That's that heat!"
A bass-heavy medley with a sample the 70s
With a screwed-up hook that "stack that cheese"
Something something something, "stack cheese"
Mother, sister, cousin, "stack cheese"
He couldn't of nothin', "stack that cheese"
He down the beat, writer's block impedes
Crying from the next room, a in need
Of some Pampers and some food and place to
That a black 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

Reps North-side, so he them braids
friends on his Myspace page
"Stack Cheese" got 700 plays
made 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
homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage
Minute Maid got his 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, went to open up for
Let him keep a debit card so he 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 to further the
Grind, feel like murder, but
Hip-Hop you saved my

His man called, said: "your time be now
They played freestyle over 'Wipe Me Down'
They it 2 times, say it might be crowned
As the thing out the H-town in a while"
He picked up his son with a great big
Rapped every single word to the child
he put him down and went 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, her rolling like she should
Show his homies there's a way other than that yay
Bail his homie out of jail, put a lawyer on his
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 back to selling crack, yessir