Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Saved My Life

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

Reps North-side, so he rocks braids
friends on his Myspace page
"Stack That Cheese" got 700
Producer made him take it down, he had to pay
Open mic champ 2 in a row
Ex d-Boy a b-boy flow
like Leroy, you should see the boy go
Got a daddy serving and a brother on the Row
Best homie in the grave, tatted up in the cage
Minute got his momma working like a slave
Down baby-momma, who he really had to
Cause she was his fan, even let him use her Honda to
up to Dallas, went to open up for amateurs
Let him keep a debit so he could put gas in it
Told her when he get on he gon' her to the Galleria
And buy everything but the mannequins, ya

One you never of, I
Push it to further the
Grind, might feel murder, but
Hip-Hop you my life

His man called, said: "your might be now
They played freestyle over 'Wipe Me Down'
played it 2 times, say it might be crowned
As the thing out the H-town in a while"
He up his son with a great big smile
Rapped every word to the newborn child
he put him down and went back to the kitchen
And put on another beat and got back to the of
Get his out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady looking good, have her rolling like she
Show his homies there's a way other than that yay
Bail his homie out of jail, put a lawyer on his
Throw a concert for the school, show the shorties that cool
some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool
Man it feels good, when it happens that
Two days going back to selling crack, yessir