Luyện nghe bài hát Hip-Hop Is Dead

If hip hop should die I wake
I'll put an clip inside of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, the DJ

If hip hop should die I wake
I'll put an extended inside of my AK
Roll to every station, the DJ
to every station, murder the DJ

Hip hop just died this
And dead, she's dead

Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same
Get cash, live fast, their man's mama
Rich-ass niggaz is ridin' three llamas
in their eyes, Hennessey and the ganja
Word to the wise villain state of minds
Grindin', Brazilian dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes behind
(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's up
Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped us up
My face once promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million in billin', I build 'em up
Gave my my right, I could have gave left
So like my Foxy, a nigga went Def
So, nigga, who's your top
Is it MC
Is it MC

If hip hop should die I wake
put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
Roll to station, murder the DJ

If hip hop die before I wake
I'll put an clip inside of my AK
Roll to station, murder the DJ
to every station, murder the DJ

Hip hop just died mornin'
And she's dead, dead

The bigger the cap, the the peelin'
through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and
Kidnappings, buildings, drug dealings
Criticize that, why is
Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap
'Cuz we love to talk on ass we
Most intellectuals will only half
So you can't blame jazz
Or David Stern with his NBA issues
Oh, I like me in my white tee
You ice me, we here for life, B
On my second marriage, hip my first wifey
And for that we not it lightly
If hip hop die, we die together
Bodies in the lie together
All now

If hip hop should die before I
I'll put an extended inside of my AK
Roll to every station, the DJ
Roll to station, murder the DJ

If hip hop die before I wake
I'll put an clip inside of my AK
to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to station, murder the DJ

Everybody sound the same, commercialize the
Reminiscin' it wasn't all business
If it got where it
So we all gather here for the departed
Hip hopper since a
One homeboy became a man then a
If the let me get my last swig of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll donate your to a Rasta
Went from turntables to
"Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
From gold to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face
I'm lookin' my shoulder
It's eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And they to show love
out concert, and the doors are closed shut