Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop

You say one for the treble, two for the
Come on let's rock this!
You say one for the treble, two for the
on!

Speech is my hammer, the world into shape
Now let it fall,
My restlessness is my
hard to really chill and sit still
Committed to page, I rhymes
Sometimes won't finish for
my literature, from the large to the miniature
I add-minister
the wack
Selector, it back, I'm feeling that
(Ha ha ha) From the to the perimeter black,
You know the
Stay fluid in staccato
(Mos Def) Full blooded, throttle
Breathe deep the trunk hollow
There's the hum, young man you from
Brooklyn one
Native son, speaking in the tongue
I got my on tomorrow (there it is)
you still try to follow where it is
I'm on the Ave where it and dies
Violently,
Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to a glimpse
Embrace the bass with my dark ink
to speak the king's English
But caught a on my lips
So now my chat like dis
Long range from the (switch)
Move like an
to the ground with ammunition (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, voice cued on tape
Putting on your plate
Many crews can
Who choosing fate (yo)
We went from cotton
To chain gang chopping
To
To
Blues got the blue chip stock option
man, got the whole world watching
(where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west,
All over map
I'm getting big props, with this thing hip hop
you can either get paid or get shot
When your in stock
The fair-weather friends
When chart position drop
the phone calls,
Chill for a
Let's see who else
Snatch shelf spot
gas yourself ock
The industry just a better built cell
A long way from the tops
And the bells that L (rock, rock, rock, rock)

Hip Hop is evidence
The out of settlement
Ad space for
Sick benefits
Luxury tenements choking the
It's low getting tree-top high
Here there's a water remedy
Bitter intent to
A class E
Facing the death
Stimulant and sedative, repetitive
Violently competitive, a school
The break beats you get with
on time and
Hip Hop went from selling crack to it
for loneliness
Remind me of and Dizzy
Propers to B-Boys getting
The war-time snap
The man's jack-pot
A two snack box
Sold beneath the crack
Olympic sponsor of the glock
Gold in the back shot
the sovereign state of the have-nots
Where have trouble with cash crops
It's all city phase two
Hip Hop will simply you
you, pay you
Do you say do
But black, it can't you