Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Saved My Life

He "I write what I see
Write to make it right, don't like I be
I'd like to it like the sights on TV
the great life, so nice and easy"
See: now you can still die that
But it's than not being alive from straps
Agreed, a notebook and a Bic
That click when it's pushed and a wack-ass
That's a track that's weak that he got last
Cause everybody in the stu' was "That's that heat!"
A bass-heavy with 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 think of nothin', "stack that cheese"
He turns down the beat, writer's block
Crying from the next room, a baby in
Of some Pampers and food and place to sleep
That plus a black on Ds
Is keep him on track to be a great MC

One you never of, I
it hard to further the
Grind, might like murder, but
you saved 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
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, up while in the cage
Minute Maid got his working like a slave
Down baby-momma, who he really had to
Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her to
up to Dallas, went to open up for amateurs
Let him keep a debit card so he 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 heard of, I
Push it hard to the
Grind, might like murder, but
Hip-Hop you saved my

His man called, said: "your time be now
They played your freestyle over 'Wipe Me
played 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 word to the newborn child
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 somewhere in the
Keep his lady looking good, have her rolling like she
Show his homies there's a way other that flippin' yay
Bail his homie out of jail, put a on his case
a concert for the school, show the shorties that it's cool
Throw some on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool
Man it feels good, it happens like that
Two days going back to selling crack, yessir