Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Soldier

I'm a hip hop ...
I'm a hip hop

All you gangstas, drivin' Volkswagens
Chillin' at the schools, broke but braggin'
Under educated, your is dated
You talk behind my back and rope's gold-plated
But I'm back to take revenge, my beef will end
I'll tear your midsection, 'til your body start to
a pistol, I'm a smokin'
I'm crushin', not
Whippin' sissies for a time, and no I'm never chokin'
I blow away suckers with the of my index
Not brass monkey, it's a reflex
Go getter tactics, suckers holla
A vicious with a rope around my collar
I lots a cash, I whip a sucker's ass
I drive a big Caddy, and I the trigger fast
at Arnold's on the Ave, I fight 'til the death
I let you suck my in my chest, and then I break your neck
I got the cold rippin', your needle's not skippin'
So many damn weapons the military's trippin'
People in hate me, cause I'm not like a hood
But you rock heads that you could

Be a hip hop ...
I'm a hip hop

Now get one thing straight, my weapons are great
You 22 automatic suckers are
Got a quarter clip, and a Smith and Wesson
I'm about to give you roody-poos a cold gun
I'm the wizard of mayhem, of destruction
Got a 44 mag, the blunt instructions
1 says open, page 2 says feel
Page 3 says cock, 4 says kill
A mini 14, full dress
A thirty clip, and I ain't takin' no mess
Cause I'm a rough eyegrasser, a dresser
My M16 has a flasher
My Sterling mark six , it's funny but it
It sideways but the sucker will kick
A pack of dangerous beretta, kinda but its good
Some of you wish that you could

Be a hip hop
I'm a hip hop

Now I'm about to get go, so I better up
I'm not avigatin' crime, but you get tough
I don't believe in gun control, the theory is
Give a criminal a gun, and your is losin'
For you gotta fight back, the pigs ain't black
No protection in your section, now it's to act
A 22 won't due, you rapid fire
I'm a ammo gum gun
Big rifles, can make a suckers day
You mess around with me so lot, you might get blown
Wearin' 5 gold rings, never
In Seattle they are jealous, a brother has made it
But they don't mess with me, cause they get Iked
I'm not a gay rapper, I don't like to get
The devil me do it, and I wannabe good
Don't you roody-poos that you could

Be a hip hop ...
I'm a hip hop ...
I'm a hip hop ...

I'm hollow point bullets, in my 38
So if you plan to get ill, you better stay in place
Cause I'm not a game player, I'm just a sayer
My vigilante includes my mayor
I pack two uzis cause stop all crime
You might get yours, but let me get mine
I never woman, romance is better
If a freak to leave, boy you might as well let her
coast rappers we all bust hard
When we on the set, we never need a bodyguard
People in hate me, cause I'm not like a hood
Some of you wannabes wish you could

Be a hip hop ...
I'm a hip hop ...
I'm a hip hop