Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Saved My Life

He said: "I what I see
Write to it right, don't like where I be
I'd like to make it like the on TV
Quite the great life, so and easy"
See: now you can still die from
But it's better than not being from straps
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 everybody in the stu' was like: "That's 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 think of nothin', "stack that cheese"
He turns down the beat, writer's impedes
Crying from the room, a baby in need
Of Pampers and some food and place to sleep
That a black Cadillac on Ds
Is what keep him on to be a great MC

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

Reps North-side, so he rocks braids
1100 friends on his page
"Stack Cheese" got 700 plays
Producer made him it down, said he had to pay
mic champ 2 weeks in a row
Ex with a b-boy flow
Glow like Leroy, you see the boy go
Got a daddy serving life and a 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 really had to
Cause she was his fan, even let him use her Honda to
Drive up to Dallas, went to open up for
Let him keep a card 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 heard of, I
it hard to further the
Grind, feel like murder, but
Hip-Hop you my life

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