hoabinhtronven
12-08-2007, 04:58 AM
thèng nài gào tiếng Ngoại quốc lên hông bít post dô đâu :so_funny: đành sài tại đây lun :D
http://streamer2.soundclick.com/jarry_DL/20/04/freemp3/nahrapper+hiphop.mp3
[Intro]
Yo, for ya’ll ain’t know, I go by the name of Nah
This is Hip Hop from the soul yo…Gotta love it
But what is Hip Hop man…haha, this is my definition. Listen.
[Verse 1]
It’s a mixture, a picture, of the good, the bad
Of the young, the old, yellow, white, and black
Of the friends, the foes, it’s the Benz, the hoes
It’s the pain in your soul, when it rains, it’s cold
It’s the children, or thugs with the dealing, of drugs
It’s the feeling, of love or the killing, the slugs
It’s the rich, the poor, it’s the peace, the war
It’s the moment you’re on top and when you hit, the floor
It’s the fear in your mind, and the tears in your eyes
It’ll be hearing you cry, become the cheer in your smile
It’s the real, the fake, it’s the heal, the break
If you make mistakes, will you still, be straight?
It’s the dates, the fights, it’s the days, the nights
The race, of time, to stay, alive
It’s the mind, the heart, the light, the dark
It shines and sparkling, even life, is harsh
[Hook]
Listen, this is my definition of Hip Hop
It’s the life in the rhymes I’m spitting until the beat stops
My words and my flow, my tapes and my shows
The struggle that motivated me to write what I wrote
[Verse 2]
It’s the pen, the paper, the fans, the haters
The music creators, and the money chasers
It’s the plays, the CDs, the wave, the TV
The hates, the envy, the mates, the family
Underground and mainstream, is it entertaining?
Is it the art of rhymes, like you draw a painting?
You’re in your prime time, it’s the shows and the studio
But will they miss you, will they know bout your funeral?
It’s the ups, and downs, rise above, and drown
Will you, stay strong, or you lose hope, and frown?
It’s the slips, the falls, and the hits, the goals
It’s the big, the small, it’s nothing, or all
It’s the work, the chance, with the love, the fame
Then the dirt, the shame, they say “fuck you man”
It’s the hugs, the hands, the blood, the game
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain
[Hook]
Listen, this is my definition of Hip Hop
It’s the life in the rhymes I’m spitting until the beat stops
My words and my flow, my tapes and my shows
The struggle that motivated me to write what I wrote
[Verse 3]
It’s for the thugs, the streets, the hustlers, the heat
The clubs, the beats, the playas, the *****
The emcees, who spit, the lyrics, is deep
The hearts, the love, the bitter, the sweet
For the cities, the farmers, the babies, the mama
The homies, the haters, the ladies, the drama
The life, I live, my wife, I miss
The lies, I hid, the rights, I did
[Hook]
Listen, this is my definition of Hip Hop
It’s the life in the rhymes I’m spitting until the beat stops
My words and my flow, my tapes and my shows
The struggle that motivated me to write what I wrote
http://streamer2.soundclick.com/jarry_DL/20/04/freemp3/nahrapper+hiphop.mp3
[Intro]
Yo, for ya’ll ain’t know, I go by the name of Nah
This is Hip Hop from the soul yo…Gotta love it
But what is Hip Hop man…haha, this is my definition. Listen.
[Verse 1]
It’s a mixture, a picture, of the good, the bad
Of the young, the old, yellow, white, and black
Of the friends, the foes, it’s the Benz, the hoes
It’s the pain in your soul, when it rains, it’s cold
It’s the children, or thugs with the dealing, of drugs
It’s the feeling, of love or the killing, the slugs
It’s the rich, the poor, it’s the peace, the war
It’s the moment you’re on top and when you hit, the floor
It’s the fear in your mind, and the tears in your eyes
It’ll be hearing you cry, become the cheer in your smile
It’s the real, the fake, it’s the heal, the break
If you make mistakes, will you still, be straight?
It’s the dates, the fights, it’s the days, the nights
The race, of time, to stay, alive
It’s the mind, the heart, the light, the dark
It shines and sparkling, even life, is harsh
[Hook]
Listen, this is my definition of Hip Hop
It’s the life in the rhymes I’m spitting until the beat stops
My words and my flow, my tapes and my shows
The struggle that motivated me to write what I wrote
[Verse 2]
It’s the pen, the paper, the fans, the haters
The music creators, and the money chasers
It’s the plays, the CDs, the wave, the TV
The hates, the envy, the mates, the family
Underground and mainstream, is it entertaining?
Is it the art of rhymes, like you draw a painting?
You’re in your prime time, it’s the shows and the studio
But will they miss you, will they know bout your funeral?
It’s the ups, and downs, rise above, and drown
Will you, stay strong, or you lose hope, and frown?
It’s the slips, the falls, and the hits, the goals
It’s the big, the small, it’s nothing, or all
It’s the work, the chance, with the love, the fame
Then the dirt, the shame, they say “fuck you man”
It’s the hugs, the hands, the blood, the game
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain
[Hook]
Listen, this is my definition of Hip Hop
It’s the life in the rhymes I’m spitting until the beat stops
My words and my flow, my tapes and my shows
The struggle that motivated me to write what I wrote
[Verse 3]
It’s for the thugs, the streets, the hustlers, the heat
The clubs, the beats, the playas, the *****
The emcees, who spit, the lyrics, is deep
The hearts, the love, the bitter, the sweet
For the cities, the farmers, the babies, the mama
The homies, the haters, the ladies, the drama
The life, I live, my wife, I miss
The lies, I hid, the rights, I did
[Hook]
Listen, this is my definition of Hip Hop
It’s the life in the rhymes I’m spitting until the beat stops
My words and my flow, my tapes and my shows
The struggle that motivated me to write what I wrote