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 my back and your rope's gold-plated
But I'm back to take revenge, my will 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 past time, and no I'm chokin'
I blow away suckers with the of my index
Not brass monkey, it's a natural
Go tactics, makin' suckers holla
A vicious motherfucker with a rope my collar
I carry a cash, I whip a sucker's ass
I drive a big Caddy, and I pull the trigger
Down at on the Ave, I fight 'til the death
I let you suck my in my chest, and I break your damn neck
I got the cold beats rippin', needle's not skippin'
So many damn weapons that the military's
People in Seattle hate me, cause I'm not like a
But you rock heads wish that you

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

Now let's get one straight, my weapons are great
You 22 suckers are late
Got a quarter Moon clip, and a Smith and
I'm about to give you roody-poos a gun lesson
I'm the wizard of mayhem, of destruction
Got a 44 mag, the blunt instructions
Page 1 says open, page 2 says
Page 3 says cock, 4 says kill
A 14, full combat dress
A thirty round clip, and I ain't no mess
Cause I'm a rough eyegrasser, a camouflage
My M16 has a flasher
My Sterling six , it's funny but it hits
It looks sideways but the sucker will
A pack of dangerous beretta, small but its good
Some of you wannabes that 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 avigatin' crime, but you gotta get
I believe in gun control, the theory is proven
a criminal a gun, and your public is losin'
For you gotta fight back, the pigs ain't black
No protection in your section, now it's to act
A 22 due, you need rapid fire
I'm a gum gun buyer
Big battle rifles, can make a day
You mess around with me so lot, you might get away
5 gold rings, never intimidated
In Seattle they are jealous, a brother has made it
But don't mess with me, cause they might get Iked
I'm not a gay rapper, I don't to get knifed
The devil 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 better stay in your
Cause I'm not a game player, I'm a rhyme sayer
My group includes my mayor
I pack two cause they stop all crime
You might get yours, but let me get mine
I never beat woman, is better
If a freak to leave, boy you might as well let her
West coast rappers we all bust
When we on the set, we never need a bodyguard
People in 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