Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Saved My Life

He said: "I write I see
Write to make it right, like where I be
I'd like to make it the sights on TV
Quite the great life, so and easy"
See: now you can die from that
But it's better than not being alive from
Agreed, a notebook and a Bic
click when it's pushed and a wack-ass beat
That's a that's weak that he got last week
Cause in the stu' was like: "That's that heat!"
A bass-heavy medley with a from the 70s
a screwed-up hook that went "stack that cheese"
Something something, "stack that cheese"
Mother, sister, cousin, "stack cheese"
He couldn't of nothin', "stack that cheese"
He turns down the beat, block impedes
Crying from the next room, a baby in
Of Pampers and some food and place to sleep
plus a black Cadillac 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 my life

North-side, so he rocks them braids
1100 friends on his page
"Stack Cheese" got 700 plays
Producer 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 momma working a slave
Down baby-momma, who he had to honor
Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her to
Drive up to Dallas, went to open up for
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 but the mannequins, ya dig?

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 thing out the in a while"
He picked up his son a great big smile
Rapped every word to the newborn child
Then he put him down and back to the kitchen
And put on another beat and got to the mission of
Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the
Keep his looking good, have her rolling like she should
Show his homies there's a way than that flippin' yay
Bail his homie out of jail, put a on his case
Throw a for the school, show the shorties 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 going to selling crack, yessir