Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Saved My Life

He "I write what I see
Write to 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"
now you can still die from that
But better than not being alive from straps
Agreed, a Mead and a Bic
That click when it's pushed and a wack-ass
That's a track that's that he got last week
Cause everybody in the stu' was like: "That's heat!"
A bass-heavy medley a sample 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 impedes
Crying the next room, a baby in need
Of some and some food and place to sleep
That plus a black on Ds
Is what him on track 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
Producer him take it down, said he had to pay
Open mic champ 2 in a row
Ex with a b-boy flow
Glow Leroy, you should see the boy go
Got a daddy life and a brother on the Row
Best homie in the grave, tatted up in the cage
Maid got his momma working like a slave
Down baby-momma, who he really had to
Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her to
Drive up to Dallas, to open up for amateurs
Let him keep a card so he could put gas in it
Told her he get on he gon' take her to the Galleria
And buy but the mannequins, ya dig?

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

His man called, "your time might be now
played your freestyle over 'Wipe Me Down'
They played it 2 times, say it be crowned
As the best out the H-town in a while"
He picked up his son a great big smile
Rapped every single word to the newborn
Then he put him and went back to the kitchen
And put on beat and got back to the mission of
Get his momma out the hood, put her in the woods
Keep his lady looking good, her rolling like she should
Show his homies there's a way other that flippin' yay
Bail his out of jail, put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school, show the that it's cool
some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool
Man it feels good, when it like that
Two from going back to selling crack, yessir