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 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 will never end
I'll tear your midsection, 'til your start to bend
Like a pistol, I'm a
I'm crushin', not
Whippin' sissies for a past time, and no I'm chokin'
I blow away suckers the flicker of my index
Not brass monkey, it's a reflex
Go getter tactics, makin' holla
A vicious with a rope around my collar
I carry a cash, I whip a sucker's ass
I drive a big Caddy, and I pull the 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 damn
I got the cold rippin', your needle's not skippin'
So many damn weapons that the military's
People in Seattle hate me, I'm not like a hood
But you heads wish 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 Moon clip, and a Smith and Wesson
I'm about to give you roody-poos a gun lesson
I'm the of mayhem, master of destruction
Got a 44 mag, with the blunt
1 says open, page 2 says feel
Page 3 says cock, page 4 says
A mini 14, full dress
A thirty round clip, and I takin' no mess
I'm a rough eyegrasser, a camouflage dresser
My M16 has a presser
My Sterling mark six , it's but it hits
It looks sideways but the will kick
A pack of dangerous beretta, kinda small but its
of you wannabes 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 crime, but you gotta get tough
I don't in gun control, the theory is proven
Give a criminal a gun, and public is losin'
For you gotta fight back, cause the pigs black
No protection in your section, now it's to act
A 22 due, you need 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 away
Wearin' 5 gold rings, intimidated
In Seattle they are jealous, cause a brother has it
But they don't mess with me, they 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 that you could

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
I'm not a game player, I'm just a rhyme sayer
My vigilante group my mayor
I two uzis cause they stop all crime
You might get yours, but let me get mine
I never woman, romance is better
If a freak wants to leave, boy you might as let her
West coast we all bust hard
When we chillin' on the set, we need a bodyguard
People in hate me, cause I'm not like a hood
Some of you wannabes wish that you

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