Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Soldier

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

All you wannabe gangstas, Volkswagens
at the high schools, broke but braggin'
Under educated, your is dated
You talk behind my back and your rope's
But I'm back to revenge, my beef will never end
I'll tear your midsection, 'til your body start to
a pistol, I'm a smokin'
I'm crushin', not
Whippin' sissies for a past time, and no I'm chokin'
I blow away with the flicker of my index
Not brass monkey, it's a reflex
Go getter tactics, makin' suckers
A vicious motherfucker a rope around my collar
I carry lots a cash, I whip a 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 beats rippin', your not skippin'
So many damn that the military's trippin'
People in Seattle me, cause I'm not like a hood
But you rock heads wish that you

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

Now let's get one straight, my weapons are great
You 22 automatic suckers are
Got a Moon clip, and a Smith and Wesson
I'm about to you roody-poos a cold gun lesson
I'm the of mayhem, master of destruction
Got a 44 mag, the blunt instructions
Page 1 says open, page 2 says
3 says cock, page 4 says kill
A mini 14, full dress
A thirty round clip, and I ain't no mess
I'm a rough eyegrasser, a camouflage dresser
My M16 has a flasher
My Sterling six , it's funny but it hits
It looks sideways but the sucker will
A of dangerous beretta, kinda small but its good
Some of you wannabes that you could

Be a hip hop
I'm a hip hop

Now I'm to get go, so I better clean up
I'm not crime, but you gotta get tough
I don't believe in gun control, the is proven
Give a a gun, and your public is losin'
For you fight back, cause the pigs ain't black
No in your section, now it's time to act
A 22 won't due, you rapid fire
I'm a gum gun buyer
Big battle rifles, can a suckers day
You mess with me so lot, you might get blown away
5 gold rings, never intimidated
In Seattle they are jealous, cause a has made it
But they don't with me, cause they might get Iked
I'm not a gay rapper, I don't to get knifed
The devil made me do it, and I wannabe
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' hollow 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 vigilante group my mayor
I pack two uzis they stop all crime
You get yours, but don't let me get mine
I never beat woman, is better
If a freak to leave, boy you might as well 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 that you could

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