Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Saved My Life

He said: "I what I see
Write to make it right, don't like I be
I'd to make it like the sights on TV
Quite the great life, so and easy"
now you can still die from that
But it's better than not being from straps
Agreed, a notebook and a Bic
That click when it's pushed and a beat
That's a track weak that he got last week
Cause in the stu' was like: "That's that heat!"
A bass-heavy medley a sample from the 70s
With a screwed-up hook went "stack that cheese"
Something something something, "stack cheese"
Mother, sister, cousin, "stack cheese"
He couldn't think of nothin', "stack cheese"
He down the beat, writer's 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 hard to the
Grind, feel like murder, but
you saved my life

Reps North-side, so he them braids
1100 friends on his Myspace
"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 with a b-boy
like 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
Minute Maid got his momma like a slave
baby-momma, who he really had to honor
Cause she was his fan, even let him use her Honda to
Drive up to Dallas, went to open up for
Let him a debit card so he could put gas in it
her when he get on he gon' take her to the Galleria
And buy everything but the mannequins, ya

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

His man called, "your time might be now
They 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 with a big smile
Rapped single word to the newborn child
Then he put him down and back to the kitchen
And put on beat and got back 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 other that flippin' yay
Bail his out of jail, put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school, the shorties that it's cool
some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool
Man it feels good, when it happens like
Two days from going back to selling crack,