Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Saved My Life

He said: "I write I see
Write to it right, don't like where I be
I'd like to it like the sights on TV
Quite the great life, so and easy"
now you can still die from that
But it's better not being alive from straps
Agreed, a notebook and a Bic
That click it's pushed and a wack-ass beat
That's a that's weak that he got last week
Cause everybody in the stu' was like: "That's heat!"
A medley with a sample 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 turns down the beat, writer's block
from the next room, a baby in need
Of some Pampers and some food and to sleep
That plus a black on Ds
Is what keep him on track to be a MC

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

Reps North-side, so he them braids
1100 friends on his page
"Stack That Cheese" got 700
Producer made him it down, said he had to pay
mic champ 2 weeks in a row
Ex d-Boy with a flow
Glow like Leroy, you see the boy go
Got a daddy serving life and a 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
Drive up to Dallas, 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' take her to the
And buy everything but the mannequins, ya

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

His man called, said: "your time be now
played your freestyle over 'Wipe Me Down'
They it 2 times, say it might be crowned
As the best out the H-town in a while"
He up his son with a great big smile
Rapped single word to the newborn child
Then he put him down and went to the kitchen
And put on another beat and got back to the 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 a way other than that flippin' yay
Bail his out of jail, put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school, show the shorties that it's
Throw some candy on the Caddy, chuck the and act a fool
Man it feels good, when it like that
Two days from going back to crack, yessir