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'
Under educated, your style is
You talk my back and your rope's gold-plated
But I'm back to take revenge, my beef never end
I'll tear your midsection, 'til your start to bend
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 the flicker of my index
Not brass monkey, it's a reflex
Go getter tactics, makin' holla
A vicious motherfucker with a rope 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 fight the death
I let you suck my in my chest, and then I break your neck
I got the cold beats rippin', your needle's not
So many damn weapons the military's trippin'
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 weapons are
You 22 suckers are late
Got a quarter Moon clip, and a Smith and
I'm about to give you 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
Page 3 says cock, 4 says kill
A mini 14, full combat
A thirty round clip, and I ain't takin' no
Cause I'm a rough eyegrasser, a dresser
My M16 has a presser
My mark six , it's funny but it hits
It looks sideways but the will kick
A pack of dangerous beretta, small but its good
Some of you wish 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 in gun control, the theory is proven
Give a criminal a gun, and your public is
For you fight back, cause the pigs ain't black
No protection in your section, now time to act
A 22 won't due, you need fire
I'm a ammo gum gun
Big battle rifles, can make a day
You around with me so lot, you might get blown away
Wearin' 5 gold rings, never
In Seattle they are jealous, a brother has made it
But they don't with me, cause they might get Iked
I'm not a gay rapper, I like to get knifed
The devil made me do it, and I wannabe
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 place
I'm not a game player, I'm just a rhyme sayer
My vigilante group my mayor
I pack two uzis cause they all crime
You might get yours, but let me get mine
I beat woman, romance is better
If a freak to leave, boy you might as well let her
coast rappers we all bust hard
When we chillin' on the set, we need a bodyguard
People in Seattle 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