Luyện nghe bài hát Hip-Hop Head

[Hook: Old Droog]
a hip-hop head
She's a hip-hop
Hip-hop
a hip-hop head
Hip-hop
a hip-hop head
Hip-hop
She hip-hop head

1: Your Old Droog]
I met her up at Santos, that groupie uniform
The place packed, A$AP was to perform
Ya boy A-Trak and Plain Pat spinnin' on the wheels
But I had to take my time before I in for the kill
Club was smokey, I played the bar
Still tuned in to my scuzzbucket
Find a young freak, who loves and
And is just as passionate about giving
We fake-dance, ya man was all the jams
A good DJ is one thats gets y'all to the
Cause you that rap and hoes got a strong bond
Nearly lost her mind when threw her song on
through the sesh she long gone
Intoxicated, she still couldn't the dong wrong
Shit could be whack with said broad
You could her top fire by the way her head nod

[Verse 2: Old Droog]
Ayo I met her at a rap show, unfortunately
There was no girls, she was the one around
Got so tight when they threw that on
So all night we built on how we Raekwon
Ghostface, Premier, had me stupefied
Like you 25, how the fuck you 'bout Do or Die
Ayayay! On postin' flicks of MF DOOM
Like my west coast with Pac posters in her room
I in her room and ate, then I ruminate, wait
Genuine if she got the burn
Either way I up a seat, started to learn
the night took a dark turn
When her diminished
Lookin' by the minute but I still [?] hit it
From the back
she got on top (and did what?)
And spittin' Inspectah Deck's Triumph verse
She's a hip-hop

[Bridge: Your Old
Shorties who are of J. Dilla, yeah they take the dillz
If she mess Tip then she'll let you stick the tip
If she Twista, you can twist her
On that Kweli shit, you can hit
Fuck with Bun B, then she up the buns, B
Shorties who are fans of J. Dilla, yeah they take the
If she mess with Tip she'll let you stick the tip
If she Twista, you can twist her
On that shit, you can prolly hit
with Bun B, then she givin' up the buns, B

[Outro: Old Droog]
She's a hip-hop
She's a head
Hip-hop
a hip-hop head