Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Hip Hop

"You better stop foolin if you to get along with me"

"We grew up on the block, and we know poverty"
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Dear hip-hop, I for how you've been treated
I fought for my culture, instead I retreated
The game is wounded, I stood and watched while beat it
My starved, I refused to feed it
They sold you for a like slaves in iron collars
A*R's chase you with bloodhounds and
You went to the bidder, you was pissed on like kitty litter
But far from a quitter, but there's to consider
Nah, much deliberation
I decided I'm the hottest cat to ever rotation
I'm the foundation, one of the architects
of this we're all chasin, I had to speak up
Too time was wastin WHOA! So here we go
I'm tired of the money talk and the, bitches and
Everybody's always, the same
I have to walk on I can't, drown in the game

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"Hip-Hop, was set out in the dark"
"They to do it out in the park"

I remember your bar mitzvah, that burgundy
Me and Jam Master had the battle of the big
the Serratos, real vinyls, real tables
Skills was the motto, no hype, no
You seemed so happy, you loved me so
You popped off and platinum, at my slightest touch
Oversized hoodies, Yukon
20 years later, it's like struck
They're worshipin the money, they're prayin to the
danced on slaveship, slept as it sank
The devil made 'em do it, but only God do I
Because we aren't done yet, still gas in the tank
You look in a eyes, that's how you really tell his rank
Not the size of his account, check him, he might
It's all on the line, this time it really
bleed for this one, on down to the last ounce

They rent a crib they're frontin, rent a car they're stuntin
They rent a chain bluffin, that's why the culture's sufferin
And even if you're a millionaire that mean nothin
unless you build your community and encourage unity
Too much ego... too posin
If so hot then, why's the culture frozen?
time for a change, the order needs to be rearranged
And song was pre-ordained
2 long decades, LL still remains
And you can blame it on my spirit, not on my
Time to put on my armor, go to war for the
it's on its last leg, and that's more than a shame
This is a homey, it's more than champagne
But I will make a toast to Flash reachin the Hall of
I end it with a line, from the book of King
Let be light when I write graffiti on the train

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Let us the mystery and fame
I pray the my culture be saved
If hip-hop dies before I
May Jam Master Jay cut a LL