Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Is Dead (clean)

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

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

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

Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same
Get cash, live fast, body their man's
Rich-ass niggaz is ridin' with three
in their eyes, Hennessey and the ganja
Word to the wise with villain state of
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian from behind
(Grindin', hittin' dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, sown up
Any ghetto will tell ya Nas grow us up
My face once graced promotional trucks
million in billin', I helped build 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I could have left
So like my girl Foxy, a went Def
So, nigga, who's top ten?
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 every station, the DJ

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody sound the same, the game
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all
If it got where it
So we all gather here for the dearly
Hip since a toddler
One homeboy became a man then a
If the guys let me get my last of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll your lungs to a Rasta
from turntables to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to on Mickey D's
From cables to Jacobs
From plain to Botox and face lifts
I'm over my shoulder
It's eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And they came to show
Sold out concert, and the doors are closed