Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Soldier

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

All you wannabe gangstas, Volkswagens
Chillin' at the high schools, but braggin'
Under educated, your style is
You talk behind my back and your rope's
But I'm back to take revenge, my beef never end
I'll tear your midsection, your body start to bend
a pistol, I'm a smokin'
I'm crushin', not
Whippin' for a past time, and no I'm never chokin'
I blow away suckers the flicker of my index
Not brass monkey, it's a natural
Go getter tactics, suckers holla
A vicious motherfucker a rope around my collar
I carry lots a cash, I a sucker's ass
I a big Caddy, and I pull the trigger fast
Down at Arnold's on the Ave, I 'til the death
I let you suck my in my chest, and I break your damn neck
I got the beats rippin', your needle's not skippin'
So many weapons that the military's trippin'
People in hate me, cause I'm not like a hood
But you rock heads wish 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 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, with the instructions
1 says open, page 2 says feel
Page 3 says cock, page 4 says
A mini 14, full dress
A round clip, and I ain't takin' no mess
Cause I'm a rough eyegrasser, a camouflage
My M16 has a flasher
My Sterling mark six , funny but it hits
It looks but the sucker will kick
A pack of dangerous beretta, kinda small but its
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 avigatin' crime, but you get tough
I believe in gun control, the theory is proven
Give a criminal a gun, and public is losin'
For you fight back, cause the pigs ain't black
No protection in section, now it's time to act
A 22 won't due, you rapid fire
I'm a ammo gum gun
Big battle rifles, can make a day
You mess around with me so lot, you might get blown
5 gold rings, never 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 wannabe
Don't you roody-poos wish you could

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

I'm runnin' hollow bullets, in my 38
So if you plan to get ill, you better stay in place
Cause I'm not a player, I'm just a rhyme sayer
My vigilante group includes my
I pack two uzis cause they all crime
You might get yours, but don't let me get
I never beat woman, is better
If a freak wants to leave, boy you as well let her
West coast rappers we all bust
When we chillin' on the set, we never a bodyguard
People in Seattle hate me, cause I'm not like a
Some of you wannabes wish you could

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