Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Soldier

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

All you wannabe gangstas, drivin'
at the high schools, broke but braggin'
Under educated, your style is
You talk behind my back and your gold-plated
But I'm back to take revenge, my beef never end
I'll tear your midsection, 'til your body to bend
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, makin' holla
A vicious motherfucker a rope around my collar
I carry lots a cash, I a sucker's ass
I drive a big Caddy, and I the trigger fast
Down at Arnold's on the Ave, I fight the death
I let you suck my in my chest, and I break your damn neck
I got the cold beats rippin', your not skippin'
So many damn weapons that the trippin'
People in Seattle 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 let's get one thing straight, my are great
You 22 automatic are late
Got a quarter clip, and a Smith and Wesson
I'm to give you roody-poos a cold gun lesson
I'm the wizard of mayhem, of destruction
Got a 44 mag, with the blunt
Page 1 says open, page 2 says
3 says cock, page 4 says kill
A mini 14, full dress
A thirty round clip, and I ain't 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 looks sideways but the sucker kick
A pack of dangerous beretta, small but its good
Some of you wannabes wish you could

Be a hip hop
I'm a hip hop

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

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

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

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