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 schools, broke but braggin'
Under educated, your is dated
You behind my back and your rope's gold-plated
But I'm back to take revenge, my beef never end
I'll tear midsection, 'til your body start to bend
a pistol, I'm a smokin'
I'm crushin', not
Whippin' sissies for a past time, and no I'm never
I blow away suckers with the flicker of my
Not brass monkey, it's a reflex
Go tactics, makin' suckers 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 'til the death
I let you suck my in my chest, and then I break your neck
I got the beats rippin', your needle's not skippin'
So many damn weapons that the military's
in Seattle hate me, cause I'm not like a hood
But you rock heads that you could

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

Now get one thing straight, my weapons are great
You 22 automatic are late
Got a quarter clip, and a Smith and Wesson
I'm about to give you roody-poos a cold gun
I'm the wizard of mayhem, master of
Got a 44 mag, with the instructions
Page 1 says open, page 2 feel
Page 3 says cock, 4 says kill
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 sideways but the sucker will
A pack of beretta, kinda small but its good
Some of you wannabes wish 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 don't believe in gun control, the is proven
Give a criminal a gun, and your is losin'
For you gotta back, cause 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 ammo gum gun
Big rifles, can make a suckers day
You mess around me so lot, you might get blown away
Wearin' 5 gold rings, never
In Seattle are jealous, cause a brother has made it
But they don't mess me, cause they might get Iked
I'm not a gay rapper, I don't like to get
The devil made me do it, and I wannabe
you roody-poos wish that 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 in your place
Cause I'm not a game player, I'm just a 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, romance is
If a freak wants to leave, boy you might as let her
West coast we all bust hard
When we on the set, we never need a bodyguard
People in Seattle hate me, I'm not like a hood
Some of you wannabes wish you could

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