Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Saved My Life

He said: "I what 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 still die that
But it's better than not being alive straps
Agreed, a Mead and a Bic
click when it's pushed and a wack-ass beat
That's a that's weak that he got last week
everybody 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, "stack that cheese"
Mother, sister, cousin, "stack cheese"
He couldn't think of nothin', "stack cheese"
He turns down the beat, block impedes
Crying the next room, a baby in need
Of some and some food and place to sleep
plus a black Cadillac on Ds
Is what keep him on to be a great MC

One you heard 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 serving life and a on the Row
Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the
Minute Maid got his momma working like a
Down baby-momma, who he really had to
she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda to
Drive up to Dallas, to open up for amateurs
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 but the mannequins, ya dig?

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

His man called, "your time might be now
They played your freestyle '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 with a great big
Rapped every single word to the child
Then he put him down and back to the kitchen
And put on another and got back to the mission of
Get his momma out the hood, put her in the woods
Keep his lady good, have her rolling like she should
his homies there's a way other than that flippin' yay
Bail his homie out of jail, put a lawyer on his
Throw a for the school, show the shorties that it's cool
Throw candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool
Man it good, when it happens like that
Two days from going back to selling crack,