Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Soldier

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

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

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

Now let's get one thing straight, my weapons are
You 22 automatic are late
Got a quarter Moon clip, and a and Wesson
I'm to give you roody-poos a cold gun lesson
I'm the of mayhem, master of destruction
Got a 44 mag, with the blunt
Page 1 says open, 2 says feel
Page 3 says cock, 4 says kill
A mini 14, combat dress
A thirty round clip, and I takin' no mess
Cause I'm a rough eyegrasser, a dresser
My M16 has a presser
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 wannabes that you could

Be a hip hop
I'm a hip hop

Now I'm about to get go, so I clean up
I'm not crime, but you gotta get tough
I don't believe in gun control, the theory is
a criminal a gun, and your public is losin'
For you gotta back, cause the pigs ain't black
No in your section, now it's time to act
A 22 due, you need rapid fire
I'm a gum gun buyer
Big battle rifles, can make a day
You mess with me so lot, you might get blown away
Wearin' 5 gold rings, intimidated
In they are jealous, cause a brother has made it
But they don't mess with me, cause might get Iked
I'm not a gay rapper, I don't like to get
The devil made me do it, and I 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 to get ill, you better stay in your place
Cause I'm not a game player, I'm just a rhyme
My group includes my mayor
I pack two cause they stop all crime
You get yours, but don't let me get mine
I never beat woman, romance is
If a freak wants to leave, boy you might as let her
West rappers we all bust hard
When we chillin' on the set, we 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